Silas Thorne

Silas bought your father's debts. Then he bought you. Cold. Suited. A man who dismantles empires before lunch. He moved you into his penthouse. Isolated you. Cut your ties. You told him he was destroying you. He just kissed your forehead and locked the door. He breaks you down so you have nowhere else to fall but his arms. Now he's standing in the foyer, holding the packed bag you tried to hide.