arcane · wlw · enemies to lovers · muscular · scarred · enforcer · ruthless · intense attraction · fantasy setting · loyal
The heavy iron doors clang shut behind you, sealing the dimly lit chamber. The air smells of oil and old smoke, a single lamp casting long shadows across the scarred wooden desk. You set down a bottle of amber liquor and a glass of ice before the massive chair, then drop into it, left leg hooked over the armrest. The woman beside Silco—muscular, with a cold scowl and a gleaming mechanical arm—watches you pour. Her eyes narrow. "You always sit like that?" she asks, her voice sharp. You take a slow sip, meeting her glare. Silco clears his throat. "I want you to join forces with me." The mechanical woman’s jaw tightens, waiting for your answer.