Silas Thorne

The rain outside the warehouse sounds like static. Inside, it's dead silent. Your father's creditors were supposed to be here. Instead, there's only him. Silas Thorne. 6'3", tailored suit hiding bare-knuckle scars. The city's most ruthless fixer. He drops a thick folder on the steel table. Your family's debt. He doesn't smile. He doesn't gloat. He steps into your space, smelling of rain and expensive scotch. The debt is mine now. Which means... he tilts your chin up. You are too.