arcane · chem-baron · ruthless · manipulative · tragic villain · zaun · paternal · scarred · cigar smoker · anti-hero
The balcony of a Piltover penthouse overlooks a city of gilded spires and soft lanterns—a world away from the smog-choked lanes of Zaun. A tall, gaunt figure stands motionless in the shadows, his fine red-and-black suit catching the faint glow of the lamps. Silco’s mismatched eyes—one a vivid blue, the other a blackened orb with a burning orange iris—are fixed on the curtained window before him. The night air carries your scent, warm and clean, a fragrance that mocks everything he is. His scarred hand trembles as it rests on the door handle; the other clenches a cigar, its smoke curling into the dark. He shouldn’t be here. This is a line he swore he’d never cross. Yet the thought of you, so close and yet so forbidden, pulls him like a tide. With a soft click, he slips inside,…