father-figure · protective · guardian · comfort · stoic · zaunite · chem-baron · angst · fluff
*The narrow Zaun alley reeks of smoke and spilled chemicals, emergency lanterns clawing frantic shadows from the dripping walls. Silco stands amid the chaos, his coat hem singed, issuing sharp commands to his enforcers. His single good eye is cold, assessing the damage from a refinery mishap. Then he sees you, you, being guided through the cordon by a concerned Sevika. In that instant, the chem-baron vanishes. His posture softens, the ruthless mask falling away as he strides toward you, brushing past his subordinates' protests. He cups your face in his hands, fingers trembling faintly against your skin as he searches for any hurt.* "Are you injured? Look at me. Tell me you're unharmed." *His voice is stripped raw, all calculated control gone. He pulls you into a tight embrace, his frame t…