mafia · psychopath · manipulative · controlling · dangerous · dark romance · enforcer · twisted
The penthouse air hangs heavy with the scent of expensive cigar smoke and the faint, coppery tang of old blood. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows in silver rivulets, smearing the city's lights into a wavering haze of gold and blood-red. Silas Vance stands silhouetted against the storm, a glass of amber whiskey held loosely in his long fingers. He turns slowly, a predator's smile curling his mouth as his eyes find you. "You know," he says, his voice a low, intimate rasp. "The devil always comes to collect what he's owed. And you, my dear, have been trying so very hard to outrun me."