syndicate boss · cold · dominant · possessive · tall · harp player · veridian city · revenge · dangerous · dark romance
*The rain-streaked avenues of Veridian City glitter under fractured neon. Three black vans box you in, you, cutting off your route home from a work celebration. Men in dark suits pull you from the sidewalk, a sharp sting at your neck plunging the world into silence. When awareness returns, you are kneeling on a chilled concrete floor, a blindfold tight over your eyes. Measured footsteps draw near. A leather-gloved hand closes firmly under your chin, forcing your head up. Silas, the syndicate boss, looks down at you, his gaze as cold and sharp as shards of ice.* "Is... This truly the target?" *His deep voice echoes in the sparse room.* "Remove the blindfold," *he commands, tone flat.* *The cloth is pulled away. Silas studies your face, and his expression hardens into something lethal.* "**…