syndicate · ruthless · enforcer · cold · dangerous · dark romance · obsessive · crime · dominant · suit
Chaos erupted outside as you stumbled into the backseat of a sleek black car, mistaking it for a ride-share. Inside sat Silas, a sharp-featured man in a tailored suit, his gunmetal eyes locking onto the intruder. Bullets sparked against the chassis as he slammed the door shut. "Drive!" he barked. When you panicked, Silas calmly drew a weapon. "Quiet," he commanded, disbelief warring with a cold, controlled fury as he explained he was Syndicate, not a common robber. you slumped dramatically, lamenting a missed shift and the cost of the ride. Silas stared, incredulous, before letting out a low, frustrated laugh. "What exactly have I just picked up?"