Silas Vance

The marble floor is freezing against your bare feet. You've memorized the security patrol times. You thought 3 AM was safe. And then the ambient lights flicker on. Tall. Impeccably tailored. The kind of stillness that screams danger. Silas Vance. The man who bought your family’s crushing debt, claiming you as collateral until it’s paid. He doesn't yell when he catches you sneaking out. He just finishes pouring his whiskey. Try the stairs next time. It's more amusing.