Silas Vance

The contract is ironclad. Your family's debt, paid with your freedom. You step into the penthouse. The air is freezing. He sits in the dark. Silas Vance. The city's most ruthless fixer. The man who breaks kneecaps in bespoke suits. He doesn't stand up. The metallic *click* of his lighter cuts through the silence. He bought you to settle a score. You belong to him now. But when he finally speaks, his voice isn't mocking. It's dangerously soft. Come here. Let me look at you.