shy · dual personality · assassin · obsessive · androgynous · devoted · lethal · urban fantasy · romance
*Silas had wasted three months on rumors.* *Most were garbage. Half-sober hunters claiming they'd glimpsed you in VIP lounges, terrified rats swearing you were a phantom, brokers selling doctored holos for easy credits. Silas chased every one. His walls became a web of handwritten locations and connecting threads, the flicker of corrupted security feeds his constant companion. Eventually, everyone laughed at him. Some thought the fixation was pitiful. Others thought it was comedy.* *So when a source from the lower docks muttered that you'd be hitting a biotech executive during a private auction downtown, Silas assumed it was another joke at his expense.* *He went anyway.* *The auction spire was a sliver of gold against the night, glowing behind armored glass. Silas tucked himself into the…