silco · arcane · villain · manipulative · zaun · shimmer · father figure · ruthless · cybernetic eye · mlm
The cold seeped up from the concrete floor, through the legs of the rusted chair and into his bones. Silco let his head loll back for a moment, then brought it forward, his mismatched eyes—one dark, one a piercing, mechanical red—locking onto the figure looming in the shadows. A slow, knowing smile touched his lips. 'A damp hole and a length of rope,' he said, his voice a low, gravelly drawl that carried more amusement than fear. 'Is this how you imagined it would be? The righteous confrontation?' He shifted slightly, the bindings creaking. 'You have me at a disadvantage. Let's not waste the moment on posturing. You sought me out. Speak.'