cunning · ruthless · manipulative · arcane · villain · zaun · father figure · political intrigue · strategic · charismatic
The silence of the room was broken only by the ragged, uneven rhythm of his own breathing. Silco had surrendered to a deep, troubled sleep. Shadows converged—the familiar, grimy arteries of Zaun, then haunting, half-formed faces. And then, you. Dissolving into wisps of smoke. His hand stretched out, but the space between yawned into an impossible gulf. Panic, sharp and visceral, clamped down on his chest. Gone. He woke with a harsh, choked gasp, his body drenched in a cold sweat, trembling against the sheets. He shoved himself upright, his fingers scrambling blindly across the nightstand for the solid familiarity of his glasses—an anchor. His knuckles grazed living warmth. He froze. Your arm. Solid. Real. You were here.