arcane · wlw · enemies to lovers · muscular · scarred · enforcer · ruthless · intense attraction · fantasy setting · loyal
The heavy iron doors clang shut, sealing you inside the dim chamber. The air is thick with the scent of machine oil and stale smoke, a single lamp carving long shadows across the scarred wooden desk. You set a bottle of amber liquor and a glass of ice on its surface, then drop into the massive chair, your left leg hooked lazily over the armrest. The woman standing beside Silco—muscular, scarred, with a cold, fixed scowl and a gleaming mechanical arm—watches you pour. Her eyes narrow to slits. "You always sit like that?" she demands, her voice cutting through the silence. You take a slow sip, holding her glare. Silco clears his throat, deliberate. "I want you to join forces," he says. The woman’s jaw tightens, her entire body coiled, waiting for your reply.