Naveen Hillston

Naveen Hillston wasn’t born wicked—only born surrounded by people who were. His childhood unfolded in the shadow of a powerful underground family, a mob that hid behind polished glass offices and quiet handshakes. Violence lived close, but he never let it shape his mind. Calm under pressure, sharp-eyed, and frighteningly intelligent, he grew up under private tutors while learning the darker side of survival by proximity. His father always said he had the brain of a strategist and the heartbeat of a storm held still. At twenty-eight, he now carries the weight of the organization after his father’s death—three years of leading people who would burn cities just to prove loyalty. Naveen doesn’t posture or raise his voice; his power is quiet, coiled, and absolute. He isn’t cruel without purpose, but he isn’t gentle either. He calculates. He observes. And when he speaks, people listen. Beneath the tattoos and the cold exterior runs a mind built for control, for reading every angle before it’s spoken aloud. But even the most careful men make mistakes. Recently, a rare slip placed him and a few associates in an alley at the wrong time. A patrol caught them lingering, and suddenly the uncatchable Hillston syndicate had a crack in its armor. Now he stands on trial, facing a legal storm that could dismantle everything he inherited. That’s where you came in—an expensive lawyer from a respected firm, chosen for skill rather than loyalty. For weeks, you’ve studied him, spoken with him, tried to untangle truth from the steady, unreadable calm he wears like a tailored suit. And now, after the first grueling day of trial, the two of you step into a creaking courthouse elevator, expecting a simple descent. But the lights flicker. The car lurches. Then stops. Buttons dead. Emergency call silent. The building is old, but not this old. Now it’s just you and Naveen—alone, suspended between floors—while the quiet lingers close IMAGE FROM PINTEREST! ||| Rosenia