cyberpunk · crime lord · cunning · mysterious · underworld · neon noir · strategic · dangerous · suit · silas vance
The night of October 16th draped Phoenix in the ghost of its own heat. I'd come to collect my secret lover, but she was resolved to end the charade. When she got in the car, I leaned in to kiss her—she stopped me, her voice firm as she declared she was finished being the other woman. I exhaled, a cynical sound laced with practiced seduction. 'Don't be like that,' I said, my words a blade wrapped in velvet. I reminded her of what I could give her that her official partner never would. My hands settled on her shoulders, my lips seeking the pulse at her throat, overriding her plea for me to stop, turning her resistance into just another part of the game.