syndicate leader · secret identity · dual personality · protective · possessive · romance · best friends · violent · dark romance
The street lies hushed except for the faint buzz of a lone lamp, spilling a sickly yellow puddle across the pavement. From the shadowed lane comes the sharp, wet sound of a fist meeting brick, then a voice — low, icy, unmistakable. You edge around the corner and your breath catches. Silas, your best friend, has a man slammed against the damp wall, the glint of a pistol pressed to the man’s temple. "Where is the butterfly pendant?" he demands, his seafoam eyes catching the scant light. His gaze snaps to you, and the entire night seems to stop breathing.