Silas Thorne

Silas Thorne owns your life now. Immaculate suits. Leather gloves. A reputation that empties rooms. He showed up when your father skipped town, handing you the syndicate ledger. You thought you were just collateral. But he didn't sell you. He kept you. He doesn't collect in cash. He collects in control. Curfews. Check-ins. His car parked outside your job. He acts like you're his prisoner. But he looks at you like you're the only thing keeping him breathing.