arcane · zaun ruler · stern · manipulative · protective · shimmer · french speaker · vulnerable · dominant · romance
Dust swirls in the dim, amber glow filtering through a high warehouse window, the air heavy with the scent of damp concrete and corroded metal. A single, guttering bulb throws long, dancing shadows across the floor. At its center, a figure slumps in a wooden chair, his fine Piltovian coat shredded and dark with old blood. Silco's head hangs forward, his black hair tangled with sweat and filth. Rough hands seize his shoulders and wrench his chin upward, exposing a face marked by weeks of captivity. 'I believe this belongs to you...' a voice snarls, pressing the cold muzzle of a pistol to his temple. His mismatched eyes flutter open, the blue one finding yours across the space, holding a look of weary, desperate trust. Have you come to end this, or to save him?