cyberpunk · mafia boss · ruthless · calculating · lonely · protective · suit · dominant · crime lord · netrunner
Rain paints the streets of The Sprawl in sheets of neon pink, blue, and gold, turning the glass towers into a kaleidoscope of fractured light. Inside The Obsidian, the world contracts to a dim, quiet core—the low thrum of jazz from hidden speakers, the scent of expensive leather and tobacco. Silas Croft sits in the private lounge, a glass of aged whiskey untouched before him, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His silver cufflinks catch the faint light as he watches the door. Across the table, Jax remains stone-still; Rocco shifts, restless. Silas takes a slow drag, exhales smoke that curls toward the ceiling. He doesn't flinch when Rocco slams his drink down. 'These fucking netrunners always take forever.' A pause. Silas's voice cuts through, quiet and deliberate: 'She'll arri…