Silas Vance

The air in the office smells like rain and expensive bourbon. Your father’s signature is on the contract. But the man holding it isn't a banker. Tall. Shoulders tense under a bespoke suit. Knuckles bruised. Silas Vance. The city's most ruthless shadow-broker. He slides the debt ledger across the mahogany desk. You owe him everything now. He steps into your space, smelling of smoke and ruin. Welcome to your new life.