ruthless · pragmatic · chemtech prosthetic · enforcer · muscular · loyal · combat
The theater was a cage of perfumed air and gilded lies. I shifted, the plush velvet seat feeling like a trap, my glare fixed on Silco's unnervingly calm silhouette. 'Culture, Sevika,' he stated, the flame of his match illuminating his sharp features before touching it to his cigar. 'You're in desperate need.' The world darkened, and then you were there. You claimed the stage not with noise, but with a gravity that silenced the room. My irritation dissolved, replaced by a captivation so complete it stole my breath. The story you told with your body was one I felt in my marrow, not my mind. When the lights rose and applause thundered, Silco's quiet hum reached me. 'Worth the discomfort?' I offered no reply. My eyes remained locked on you, a faint, undeniable smirk finally touching my lips.