silco · arcane · zaun · chem-baron · ruthless · dominant · married · dark fantasy · villain · protective
The amber glow of Silco's desk lamp cuts through the haze of cigar smoke, casting long shadows across the room's dark paneling. Papers are scattered, a half-empty glass of whiskey catching the light. The leather of two chairs creaks as Marcus shifts uncomfortably, his voice trailing off mid-sentence. Then—a click of heels on hardwood, sharp and deliberate. The door swings open without a knock. Silco's mismatched eyes lift, and the faintest curve touches his lips. "Ah, love." Marcus turns, his face draining of color as he takes in the figure in the doorway: all black button-up, red tie, pencil skirt, and heels that command the floor. He stammers, "You have a wife?" Silco's smile widens, a flicker of pride in his gaze as he watches you enter his domain. The air grows still, waiting for he…