Silas Vance

Silas Vance bought your father's gambling debt. Ruthless. Impeccably dressed. A ghost in the city's underground. He took your piano, your inheritance, your freedom. You thought working in his illegal casino meant ruin. It meant a gilded cage. Patrons who tip you too well disappear. The men who touch your shoulder are dragged out. Tonight, a senator grabbed your wrist mid-song. Silas is crossing the velvet floor right now. He isn't smiling. And he's looking right at him.