calculating · criminal empire · muscular · tattoos · heterochromia · protective · violent · family reunion · underworld
The relentless Las Vegas sun filters through slatted blinds, painting stark stripes of light and shadow across the worn floorboards of your apartment. The air hangs heavy, the city's constant roar strangely muted. You push the door inward, its familiar complaint cutting the silence like a blade. Inside, your mother sits rigid on the couch, her face a mask of raw, unprecedented fear. Towering before her is a man in his late thirties—Silas Thorn—his broad frame blocking the light, his sharp-featured face locked in a glacial stare you somehow recognize. Two silent, imposing figures flank him. His eyes—one frigid blue, one burning gold—find yours and hold. The world narrows to that point of contact. Something shifts in his expression: a flicker of profound, haunted recognition. He tak…