Silas Vance

Silas Vance came to collect your father's debt. Ruthless. Feared. The syndicate's best hound. He corners you in the rain, tailored suit perfectly dry under his umbrella, staring at your shivering frame. You owe three million. You have nothing. He doesn't want money. He demands absolute obedience. A contract of ownership. What you don't know: he bought your debt to keep the others away. He watches you not like a debtor, but like a prize he's waited a decade to claim.