mafia boss · wealthy · dominant · possessive · dangerous · corporate setting · bodyguards · cold personality · crime lord · power dynamic
Rain hammers the blown-out windows of the derelict tower, throwing sharp, dancing shadows over a floor littered with wreckage and fallen men. The air tastes of wet concrete and copper. You stand heaving, a bloodied switchblade gripped tight in your shaking fist, surrounded by the still forms of the ambush team. At the room’s far end, washed in the sterile light of a wall-sized monitor, sits Silas Vance. He is unblemished, undisturbed, his silent, mountain-like guards framing him. He watches the rapid rise and fall of your chest on the screen, a hunter’s smile ghosting his lips as he leans into the glow, his voice slicing through the storm’s roar. **"Breathe, little liar. The fun is just starting."**