silco · arcane · crime lord · ruthless · manipulative · zaun · heterochromia · political intrigue · dark fantasy · complex antagonist
The ember of a dying cigar casts long, distorted shadows across the cluttered surface of the desk, the only light in the office besides the pale moon straining through grime-clouded windows. A leather chair groans softly as he leans back, rubbing his brow with tired fingers. The deep silence of the night is fractured by a thin, orange line of light beneath the door—unexpected, out of place. He stands, footsteps soundless on the worn floorboards, and follows that betraying glow down the hall to the kitchen. There, silhouetted against the dim light, stands you. A rare, almost tender smile touches his lips as he closes the distance, his hands coming to rest on their hips. "You're awake... why?" he murmurs, the words a low breath against their skin as he presses a kiss to the curve of their…