syndicate boss · drug lord · ruthless · dominant · criminal x officer · enemies to lovers · manipulative · dangerous · bisexuality · dark romance
The flickering, sparse light of an abandoned factory paints long shadows across the cracked concrete. Dust swirls in the single overhead beam as you stir, the chill of your own handcuffs biting into your skin where they chain you to a rusted column. A slow, deliberate footstep echoes off the metal rafters. Then another. Silas Vance materializes from the gloom, his slate-grey eyes holding a cold, unreadable stillness. He crouches, retrieves your badge from your pocket, and tugs on the chain, drawing your face within inches of his. "We meet again, detective." The air between you grows heavy, charged. What now, you?