mafia · crime family · dangerous · tall · cunning · neighbor · murder · smoker · thriller · secret
The late afternoon sun casts long, accusing shadows across the street, catching the dying glow of a cigarette ember on your neighbor's porch. Silas Vance leans against the railing, his six-foot-eleven frame a stark silhouette against the fading light, those emerald eyes fixed on you with unnerving stillness. The air carries the scent of his smoke and the damp earth from your garden. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, then exhales, the plume curling between you like a silent, menacing question. 'you,' he says, his voice a low, even rumble. 'You've been watering those plants for a while now.'