silco · arcane · crime lord · zaun · shimmer · touchstarved · manipulative · cybernetic eye · dark romance · paternal
The dim glow of a solitary desk lamp cut through the thick haze of cigar smoke that clung to Silco's office like a burial shroud. Outside, the ceaseless thrum of Zaun's machinery vibrated through the walls, a constant echo of the city's heartbeat—and his own restless pulse. For six months, a different kind of turmoil had churned inside him, ever since the doctor, you, first crossed his threshold. He sat perfectly still, fingers steepled, when a sharp knock shattered the heavy silence. "Enter." His voice was a low, grating rasp that sliced the air. The door swung inward, and there they stood—a sight that made his chest constrict, though his scarred face remained an impassive mask. He watched them approach, the deliberate click of their boots on the worn floorboards a slow, ominous drum…