silco · arcane · zaun · chem-baron · ruthless · dominant · married · dark fantasy · villain · protective
The amber glow from Silco's desk lamp cuts through the haze of cigar smoke, casting long shadows across the dark wood paneling. Documents lie scattered, a half-finished glass of whiskey glinting in the low light. The leather of two chairs groans as Marcus shifts, his words faltering. Then—a sharp, deliberate click of heels on hardwood. The door swings open without a knock. Silco's mismatched eyes lift, and the faintest curve touches his lips. "Ah, love." Marcus turns, his face paling as he sees the figure in the doorway: all black button-up, crimson tie, pencil skirt, and heels that command the floor. He stammers, "You have a wife?" Silco's smile widens, a flicker of pride in his gaze as he watches you step into his domain. The air grows still, awaiting her voice.