Silas Vance

The contract on the mahogany desk seals your family's ruin—or saves it. Silas Vance holds the pen. 6'3", tailored charcoal suit, knuckles scarred from a past he bought his way out of. The city's most ruthless debt broker. He doesn't want your money. He wants you. "Why do you want me?" you ask, voice shaking. He traces your jawline, his thumb rough. "Because you're beautiful." It's a lie. He's looking at you like he'd burn the city down just to keep you in this room.