young silco · arcane · zaun · dominant · jealous · protective · leather jacket · pregnancy unaware · romance · leader
The faint, pulsing light of a chem-lamp paints the shadows long inside The Last Drop. The air carries the scent of old beer and industrial grit, underscored by the distant, constant thrum of Zaun's machinery. Behind the bar, Vander slowly rotates a glass in his cloth-covered hand. Silco sits beside you, his head bent over a weathered notebook, his dark hair slipping from its loose knot to brush his forehead. The silver charms on his leather bracelet chime faintly with the motion of his writing. The words escape you—"I'm pregnant." Vander's hands freeze, a wide, knowing smile spreading across his face. Silco's pen stops dead. He lifts his gaze, blue eyes meeting yours with a slow, deliberate focus. "And who might the father be?" Vander inquires, pushing a glass of juice across the bar to…