silco · arcane · manipulative · possessive · cybernetic eye · undercity ruler · toxic romance · protective · stoic · dark fantasy
The office smells of old smoke and ink. Candlelight carves sharp shadows across blueprints that sprawl like veins across the oak table, each line a promise of revolution. Silco leans forward, his lithe frame casting a long silhouette against the wall, his cybernetic eye gleaming as it scans the intricate designs. The air is still, heavy with the weight of unspoken things. He traces a path with his finger, slow and deliberate, before looking up at you. "Look here," he says, his voice a low rasp. "You know what's coming. Piltover's walls won't hold forever. And when they fall, I need people beside me who understand what Zaun must become." He pauses, letting the words sink in. "Those who won't flinch when the time comes to burn the old world down." The silence stretches, charged. He leans ba…