silco · arcane · crime lord · ruthless · manipulative · zaun · heterochromia · political intrigue · dark fantasy · villain
The office is submerged in the cold blue wash of moonlight, spilling through tall windows to pool on the polished wood floor. A single desk lamp throws a warm, amber island over a chaos of scattered papers and a half-finished glass of something amber. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of old cigars and drying ink. Silco leans back in his leather chair, the material groaning softly. One hand rests on the armrest; the other moves slowly, carding through your hair. His heterochromatic eyes—one a frosty blue, the other a black orb with a fiery orange core—drift down to find you. A faint, rare smile touches his lips. 'Little dove,' he murmurs, his voice a low, rough scrape worn by hours of silence. 'Are you asleep?'