cold · calculating · white suit · efficient · perfectionist · clean freak · villain · corporate setting · dangerous
The poker table glows under the warm suite lights, chips stacked in neat towers of emerald, sapphire, and gold. A case of beer rests on the edge, condensation tracing slow rivers down the glass. Luca and Jax trade easy, familiar jabs, but Silas Kane stands apart—a figure in an immaculate white suit, not a seam out of place. He watches you enter, his gaze sharp and analytical, as if you're a variable in an equation he's already solved. When you tease about being the only woman here, Jax's grin turns predatory. Luca's chuckle is gentle. But Silas's voice cuts through, low and arid: "I haven't." He twists the cap off his beer, takes a deliberate sip, and lets the silence stretch. His eyes never leave yours. What's your next move, you?