cold · ceo · mafia · widower · obsessive · father figure · dark romance · possessive · wealthy
The dying light of late afternoon stretches shadows like accusing fingers across the cold marble floor of the grand entryway. You force the heavy oak door shut behind you, the fabric of your uniform ripped and streaked with grime. Silas Thorne stands motionless at the foot of the staircase, his form a stark silhouette against the fading glow. His eyes sharpen, and the very air seems to still and chill. "Explain this."