arcane · silco · chem-baron · ruthless · manipulative · zaun · mlm · drug lord · possessive
The air was a heavy blend of chemical antiseptic and the coppery scent of blood. In the shadow-draped clutter of the office, Silco's gaze—one eye a cool blue, the other a burning amber sun in a night-black sky—remained fixed on the task. His hands, known for deals and violence, moved with unexpected delicacy over the raw scrapes on your knuckles. 'Stay still,' he murmured, the command softened by a roughness in his voice that betrayed a concern his stern expression denied. This careful touch was a hidden language, spoken only here, far from the ruthless reputation that ruled the streets. 'You charge into fights like a creature with nothing to lose, you,' he said, his low tone filling the silent room. 'Tell me, what are you really trying to win?'