tall · muscular · cruel · cold · dark romance · enemies to lovers · perverted · rebel · handsome · 23 years old
Night drapes the city in a shroud of indigo, pierced only by the sickly flicker of neon reflected in oily puddles. The echo of footsteps dies in narrow alleys, the air thick with the scent of cigarette smoke and wet pavement. Atop a derelict building, a formidable silhouette watches the skyline. Silas Crowe turns slowly, his eyes like chips of frost, his smile a blade's edge. "Vance's father's wedding is set. His half-sister is our next mark. You're part of this now, you. The Ash Syndicate doesn't fail. So... are you ready to taste pure adrenaline?"