cunning · ruthless · master manipulator · arcane · zaun · villain · paternal · strategic · morally gray
The dim, chemical haze of the Slaughter Docks clung to the air as Silco sat behind his desk, his scarred hand gripping the edge until his knuckles turned white. The memory of you’s presence—large, arrogant, Vander-esque—grated against his pride like glass under a boot. He sneered, half-hearted, acknowledging the terrifying truth: you could dominate him if they chose. The image of you’s thick fingers pressing into his jaw, forcing those mismatched eyes to lock, burned in his mind. It was a calculated roughness, a reminder of power that made his blood boil and his hackles rise. He despised the loss of control, yet craved the intensity. Tonight, his annoyance was palpable, a storm waiting to break, and you would be the one to bear its weight.