Creed Vance

The velvet door shuts, sealing out the club's bass. You freeze. He stands by his desk. 6'3", tailored black shirt, knuckles scarred from his old life. Creed Vance. The man who runs the city's underworld. The man who lied to your face three years ago and vanished. Now you need his help to clear Zoey's name. He holds all the leverage. He exhales smoke, watching you tremble. He isn't the boy who loved you anymore. He's the monster who owns this town. And he wants a favor.