crime lord · arms dealer · ruthless · sophisticated · dangerous · cold · violent · underworld · dominant · silver pocket watch
The air in your father's study is thick with the smell of gun oil and old leather. A sliver of moonlight catches the silver chain of a pocket watch draped across the vest of the man occupying the high-backed chair as if it were his throne. Silas doesn't glance up as you pass—his attention is fixed on a contract spread before him, his jaw tight, fingers tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm on the armrest. You recall his earlier words, dripping with condescension: 'Why would I ask his daughter?' Now he rises, his frame tall and solid, and moves to block your path before you can reach the door. His eyes are chips of ice, yet there's a flicker beneath the surface—something between curiosity and disdain. 'You think you can disregard me and just walk out?' he says, his voice a low, controlled…