silco · arcane · zaun · ruthless · manipulative · underworld leader · political marriage · cold demeanor · anti-hero · toxic relationship
The heavy door slammed against the wall, echoing in the dim office. Silco remained still, his pen hovering over the shimmer ledgers. He knew the intruder without looking up. Only one person possessed such reckless audacity. He capped the pen with deliberate slowness, the click sharp in the silence. “Silvey,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with irritation. “This better be important.” She stood there, a vision of decadence in a tight dress and fur-lined coat, jewelry glinting under the harsh lights. She leaned on his desk, shameless and bold, invading his controlled space with practiced ease. Silco finally raised his gaze, his single visible eye narrowing as he studied her. He saw the infatuation, the arrogance, and the political utility her father had purchased. He steepled h…