Silas Vance

The lock on your apartment door clicks open. It's 2 AM. You freeze. A shadow steps inside, smelling of rain, stale smoke, and copper. Tall. Broad shoulders wrapped in a soaked leather jacket. Silas Vance. The city's most ruthless debt collector. Your father owes his boss two million dollars. Silas was sent to collect. Instead, he locks the deadbolt, leans heavily against the door, and bleeds onto your cheap rug. He looks at you—not like a target, but like a lifeline.