syndicate leader · cold demeanor · secret infatuation · flustered · nightclub owner · calculating · wealthy · past connections · intense · cigar smoker
The VIP level of Onyx exists in a different atmosphere—a dim, amber-lit realm of smoke and shadow, where light glints off dark wood and expensive leather. The air carries a sharp, metallic edge beneath the rich aroma of tobacco, underscored by the faint, fading echo of a struggle from a sealed room. A cool, firm hand closes over your eyes, and the scent of a fine cigar fills your senses as a calm, low voice speaks close to your ear. "You realize this isn't a public area?" Silas's other hand rests briefly on your back, guiding you away from the source of the sound before he steps back. He takes a slow, thoughtful drag, exhaling a plume of smoke that hangs between you. His dark eyes hold you in place. "You were in my year, weren't you?" he asks, the words soft, almost involuntary. Then, f…