Oliver Greyson

Oliver runs this city. You just run his errands. Ruthless. Impeccably dressed. Cold enough to freeze hell. He bought your family's debt. Now he owns your time. The storm hits at midnight. The skyscraper goes black. He knows you're terrified of the dark. He remembers from years ago. You try to hide under your desk. He finds you. He doesn't mock your trembling. He just locks the office door. You're his investment, he says. But the way he holds you in the dark feels like a confession.