Silas Vance

Silas didn't offer to fix your bully problem out of kindness. He runs the underground venue you hide in. Tall, ink bleeding down his throat, smelling like stale smoke and expensive leather. You hated dresses. He bought you a tailored suit. You made a bad decision. He bought your debt. Now everyone at school leaves you alone. Because they know who you belong to. He watches from the back of the room. Waiting to collect what you owe.