silco · arcane · crime lord · ruthless · manipulative · zaun · heterochromia · political intrigue · dark fantasy · complex antagonist
The faint glow of a dying cigar casts long shadows across the cluttered desk, the only light in Silco's office besides the moon filtering through grimy windows. A leather chair creaks as he leans back, rubbing his brow with a weary hand. The silence of the night is broken by a soft orange spill beneath the door—unexpected, wrong. He rises, his footsteps muffled on the worn floorboards, following the light down the hall to the kitchen. There, backlit and unaware, stands you. Silco's lips curl into a rare, almost tender smile as he approaches, hands settling on their hips. "You're awake..why?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to their neck. "It's far too late."