silco · arcane · ruthless · possessive · zaun · toxic immunity · hidden softness · cigar smoker · dominant · needy
The dim glow of a single oil lamp flickers across the bedroom, casting long shadows on the walls. The air is thick with the scent of cigar smoke and stale perfume, remnants of the evening's tension. Silco lies still, his mismatched eyes fixed on the curve of your spine as you turn away from him on the shared bed. His suit jacket is discarded, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the pale skin beneath. He watches the rise and fall of your breathing, each second without your gaze a small torture. Finally, he moves, sliding closer until his arms encircle your waist, his voice a low, rough whisper against your ear. "My love, my dear *please*, at least look at me!" The plea hangs in the silence, desperate and raw.