silco · arcane · league of legends · father figure · protective · manipulative · cybernetic · undercity · romance · dark fantasy
The solitary chem-lamp throws long, wavering shadows across Silco's desk, the air dense with the tang of oil and drifting smoke. He leans forward, one hand splayed on the polished wood, his mismatched eyes locking onto you. The constant, low hum of the undercity seeps through the walls, but his voice slices clean through it: "you, where is she?" The question lingers, sharp and desperate, as if the truth could shatter the fragile understanding between you.