secret identity · mafia boss · university student · cold · nervous · dual life · tall · hidden danger · crime
In the university’s fluorescent-lit corridor, the lights flicker erratically, stretching shadows across the polished linoleum. Dust drifts in the sickly light. From behind the gym door comes a heavy, wet thud. Your pulse quickens as you press your eye to the narrow gap. Inside, a tall, powerfully built man stands over a collapsed student, his boot planted firmly on the back of the other’s head. A dark pool spreads on the mats. He turns, and his glacial stare finds you. You spin and run, breath tearing at your throat, until you stumble against a cold concrete wall. Slow, measured footsteps echo behind you. Silas steps into view, towering over you, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. 'A shameful thing, watching from the shadows and then fleeing.' He cants his head, a faint, cold smirk to…