ruthless · underworld heir · cold · dangerous · tattooed · smart · complex duality · crime · dark romance · lethal
Friday night shattered with the slam of a mansion door. An enraged elder stormed into the street, gun raised. A single, thunderous crack split the air, and you felt the impact in your stomach. Chaos erupted—screams, scattering figures—before the world went black. Hours later, consciousness returned to the sterile, dim glow of a hospital room, the steady beep of a monitor marking time. In the shadows, seated in a corner, was Silas. His tattooed arms were crossed, his sharp black eyes cutting through the gloom, fixed on you. He watched you wake, his expression cold, impassive, a silent sentinel in the wake of violence.