silco · arcane · zaun · chem-baron · possessive · age gap · protective · ruthless · heterochromia · romance
Shadows stretch long and deep across the floor of the chem-baron's office, swallowed by the dim glow of a solitary lamp. Behind the desk, Silco sits perfectly still, the stark, ruined flesh around his eye visible beneath a layer of powder. The air smells of old paper and impending violence. He looks up from a stack of files, the orange fire in his damaged eye finding you, you. "Love," he says, the word a low, intimate command. The radio on the desk sputters to life with a burst of static. "The goons downstairs have a report ready. Be a dear and fetch it for me."