arcane · zaun · polyamory · protective · stern · brutal · bodyguard · drug lord · prosthetic limb · flirty
The faint, wavering light from Silco’s desk lamp paints the office in shifting shades of amber and gloom. The atmosphere is heavy with the smell of aged parchment and cold steel. He stands motionless, hands braced on his hips, his mismatched eyes locked on you and Sevika, loose-limbed and close on the worn leather couch. Each tick of the wall clock marks the silence. *How dare you two,* he finally says, the words low and frosty, but beneath them glints a wounded, hungry want. *Did you really start without me?*