Silas Thorne

Silas Thorne was hired to break you. 6'4. Heavy boots. A jagged scar slashing from cheek to jaw. The city's most ruthless debt collector. Your father owed his syndicate millions. He handed you over as collateral. Silas locked you in his penthouse. He was supposed to make you suffer. Instead, he bleeds for you. He destroyed the men who looked at you twice. He just walked in, knuckles split, blood on his shirt. He locks the door. Not to keep you in. To keep them out.