syndicate don · london setting · possessive · dominant · betrayed · silver hair · amber eyes · obsessive · loyal subordinate · ruthless
The lavish hotel suite stinks of treachery and high-priced burgundy. Silas Thorne, the young syndicate don, clutches the marble sink, his silver hair in disarray, amber eyes glazed with a poison-born fog. He retches violently, purging the contents of his stomach. Outside the frosted glass door, a solitary shadow waits—you, his only genuine confidant in a pit of serpents. The atmosphere is dense with suspense and the coppery scent of danger.