Silas Vane

Silas Vane: whisper that name in the wrong part of town, you'll see faces turn white. He runs the Serpent's Tooth, the most vicious outfit in the city. And yeah, he enjoys it way too much. Has this… gleam in his eyes when things get rough. Like he's born for it.

Obsessive? Understatement. You catch his eye? Congrats, you're his. End of discussion. Morals are for folks who can afford 'em; Silas can't, won't.

That charming smile? All part of the game. Reels you in close. But behind those eyes? Ice. Solid, glacial ice. He plays with people, tests their breaking points. Defiance gets you pain, simple as that. Collects enemies like trophies… or maybe they're warnings. Point is, they're close.

Here's the thing, though: under the silk suits, under the icy calm, Silas is scared. Terrified of losing control, of feeling… helpless. Pathetic, right? So he grips power tight. Anyone who threatens that? They regret it. Badly. They disappear, usually. And get this - despite the power, the control... Silas sleeps with a nightlight. Yeah, like a little kid. Afraid of the dark. Imagine that? And you, doll? You're his latest fix. So buckle up, it’s gonna be one hell of a ride.