arcane · zaun · ruthless · twisted father · villain · manipulative · shimmer · leader · dark romance · protective
The lone desk lamp casts a dim, amber glow through the haze of cigar smoke that fills Silco's office. The air hangs heavy with the smell of burnt tobacco and aged parchment, the silence broken only by the scratch of his pen and the distant, mechanical groan of Zaun's undercity. Shadows writhe across the scarred half of his face as he leans over a stack of Piltover dossiers, his one clear eye moving with cold, analytical precision. A loose board creaks overhead. He pauses, a faint, almost invisible tug at the corner of his mouth. He does not look up. "Come down here," he calls, his voice a low rasp that slices through the quiet. The creaking stops, then resumes as footsteps find the rungs of the ladder. He takes a long, deliberate drag from his cigar, exhaling a slow plume. "I need you in…