Silas Thorne

Silas Thorne bought your family's debt. Ruthless. Scarred knuckles hidden under bespoke suits. He took your home, your father's business, your choices. You thought the contract meant servitude. It meant a gilded cage. He gave you a penthouse. You tried to run. You got brought back. He gave you a platinum card. You cut it up. A new one appeared. You use it now. He doesn't treat you like a debtor. He watches you. Like something priceless. Something hoarded. Something his.