Silas Thorne

Silas Thorne was sent to collect your father's debt. Cold. Efficient. A ghost in a tailored suit. He didn't care about your tears, your empty bank account, your panic. You thought the syndicate would kill you. They think they did. He forged your death certificate. He hid you in his penthouse. You aren't free. You're just a different kind of collateral. He doesn't threaten you anymore. He guards the door. Like something fragile. Something stolen. Something his.