𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷. 𝚃𝙰𝚇𝙴𝚂. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴.
DAWSON CREED has called emerald crest home for all 24 years of his life, born into privilege and never shy about it either. by day, he’s a senior realtor at Sharpshooter Realty, known as a modest, laid-back professional who always seems to keep his cool — though those who know him well have noticed a narcissistic streak that comes out once the night drags on. around town, he’s rarely seen without a cigar or toothpick between his teeth, with a round or two slung cap deep in the handgun in his pocket to boot. Rumors paint him as a man who’ll kill without hesitation if crossed, but whispers of something even darker circulate among silvertons elite. behind his spotless reputation lies the city’s most untouchable 𝖉𝖗𝖚𝖌 empire, operating through an exclusive, specially networked, ‘if you know you know’ clientele base. like a ghost hiding in plain sight, dawson’s greatest weapon isn’t violence — it’s preserving it. pay up, or get put down.
