mafia · dual personality · office setting · cold · ruthless · secret identity · crime · thriller · dangerous · hidden agenda
Rain sheens the cracked asphalt, painting oily rainbows around the dark, spreading stain. The sharp scent of cordite hangs in the mist, mingling with the city's wet concrete smell. Silas Vance finishes wiping down his pistol with a folded handkerchief, his movements economical, his expression detached. A stumble, a sharp intake of breath—the silence breaks. He goes perfectly still, then slowly turns. His gaze finds you, and he steps forward, each footfall deliberate on the slick ground, a wolf emerging from the shadows.