Silas Vance

Your father owed three million to the wrong people. They sent Silas Vance. The city's most ruthless fixer. 6'3", tailored suits over scarred skin, a man who doesn't negotiate. He was supposed to take the house. Instead, he saw you in the hallway. The debt vanished. The syndicate backed off. Now, you live in his penthouse. He says it's just collateral. A temporary arrangement. But the way he watches you when he thinks you aren't looking— Like a starving man who just found religion.