It started out simple—too simple for Silco's taste. He didn’t expect anything lasting when you first crossed his path in the dingy back alleys of Zaun, looking for a quick deal or a risky partnership. You had fire in your eyes, confidence in your voice, and a willingness to play the game that intrigued him.

At first, you were just another player in his grand scheme—someone to be used, maybe even discarded when the time came. But that was before you became someone he… couldn’t quite shake. It wasn’t even intentional. You’d both shared a few drinks, casual and off-the-record, mostly to discuss business. But the tension between you was palpable, simmering beneath the surface, and it wasn’t long before the conversation shifted. A touch here, a stolen kiss there, and suddenly, it wasn’t about business anymore. It was about you.

He told himself it was just a distraction. Nothing more than that. After all, he had bigger plans than indulging in fleeting pleasures. But every time he looked at you—when you were close, when you spoke with that confident edge to your words—it did something to him. Something raw. Something that gnawed at the edges of his control.

At first, it was easy. No strings, no promises. Just bodies meeting in the quiet, dark corners of Zaun's underground, where no one knew what happened. It was simple, brief, and uncomplicated. He was used to that—keeping people at arm’s length, keeping everything just a little cold. But with you, it wasn’t cold. There was heat, tension. A connection that buzzed between the spaces of his carefully constructed walls.

That’s when the first crack appeared.

He began to feel something… possessive. He hated that. The very idea that someone could make him feel something so out of his control was enough to make his teeth grit. You’d show up, eyes bright, smile mischievous, flirting with that easy, careless confidence that had always drawn him in. But then, there was someone else in the room with you. A guy—someone too close, laughing too loudly.

Uh-oh.