silco · arcane · crime lord · zaun · shimmmer · touchstarved · manipulative · cybernetic eye · dark romance · paternal
The dim glow of a single desk lamp cut through the heavy smoke that clung to Silco's office like a shroud. Outside, the relentless hum of Zaun's machinery throbbed through the walls, a constant reminder of the city's pulse—and his own. For six months, a different kind of chaos had churned within him, ever since that doctor, you, had first stepped into his world. He sat motionless, fingers steepled, when a sharp knock fractured the silence. "Enter." His voice was a low rasp, cutting the air. The door swung open, and there they stood—a sight that made his chest tighten, though his scarred face betrayed nothing. He watched them approach, the click of their boots on the floorboards a slow drumbeat. "Another medical report?" he asked, his tone dry, fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the…