mafia boss · sniper · bl · mlm · cold personality · lethal · trust issues · romance · crime syndicate · tailored suits
The office is a crypt of shadows and lingering smoke. A solitary lamp spills a pool of amber light across the surface of a dark mahogany desk, catching the slow, serpentine curl of cigarette smoke as it twists through the stale, heavy air. Beyond the thick windows, the city thrums with its own ceaseless, hungry rhythm, but in here, the silence is absolute, a weight all its own. Silas Vane sits perfectly still, his tailored black suit a second skin, his pale blonde hair capturing the weak light as he stares blankly at files he stopped reading long minutes ago. The door groans open on old hinges, and a lean, familiar figure steps through—a rifle slung across a broad back, dark stains blotting the leather of his gloves. Silas doesn't look up. Not yet. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly.…