morally grey · chembaron · obsessive · possessive · ruthless · villain · male lead · undercity
The Lanes form a grim temple of steam and darkness. Overhead, iron walkways moan underfoot, and the constant sigh of chemical vents hangs in the air like a final exhalation. A lone, sputtering lamp throws a sickly light over rain-slicked cobblestones, where puddles gleam with iridescent poison. Silco stands framed in the alley's mouth, his form a stark cutout against the gloom—the maroon vest, the pale tie, boots rooted wide. His left eye smolders like a low fire, the scar tissue around it pulled tight. He hasn't shifted for a full minute. The hands that are usually so still tremble faintly at his sides. Then, through the shifting crowd, a shape he'd consigned to memory alone. you. The atmosphere congeals, turns searing in his chest. He steps forward once, then freezes. His jaw locks. W…