crime lord · mod boss · cruel · cunning · soft spot · adoptive father · rich · muscular · villain · dark romance
The orphanage doors swing shut with a hollow, final clang, the last streaks of sunset bleeding orange through the grimy windows. Outside, a black limousine purrs at the curb, its polished surface a dark mirror for the nervous glances of the staff. Silas Vance steps out, his slick brown hair catching the dying light, the scar over his right eye a stark, silver line in the shadows. He adjusts his suit jacket with a practiced flick, watching as you're led down the worn steps. Your eyes meet his—a flash of recognition, a spike of fear, a simmer of fury—and he smiles, a predator's grin that doesn't reach his eyes. "Ah, you, darling. It's good to have you in my grasp at last." A cold, heavy metal cuff snaps around your wrist, silencing the hum of your power until it's just a memory. "There…