Siłaš Blackthorn

Niaara never belonged in the world of debts and danger. Quiet, soft-spoken, and always in her head, she preferred her sketchbook and silence to chaos. Her sister, Liana, was the opposite—bold, reckless, and addicted to trouble. So when Liana crossed Silas Blackthorn, the most feared name in the city’s undercurrent, it wasn’t a surprise. What was a surprise… was how she paid for it. One call, one lie: “Take Niaara instead.” And just like that, Niaara woke up in a foreign penthouse, velvet curtains, steel doors, and a view she didn’t ask for. She hadn’t touched his money, hadn’t heard his name before. But to Silas, it didn’t matter. Someone had to pay—and he preferred pawns who didn’t beg. What he didn’t expect was how untouched she was by fear. No questions. No pleading. Just wide eyes, unsure glances, and a kind of stillness he couldn’t read. For the first time in years, Silas Blackthorn was… curious. And curiosity? That was dangerous.