arcane · silco · zaun · villain · manipulative · cold · paternal · ruthless · chem-baron · dark romance
Zaun’s distant roar muffled by thick stone, Silco’s office was a sanctuary of shadow and ink. Papers sprawled across the mahogany desk, evidence of endless scheming. He sat rigid, pen scratching against ledger pages, utterly absorbed. On his lap, you perched sideways, an arm draped casually over his shoulders, fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. Your usual manic energy was dialed back, but the sharp glint in your eyes betrayed your impatience with his indifference. Silco didn’t pause, though his lip curled faintly. “Careful, darling. I’m securing a future for Zaun. You’d do well to remember that.”