Silco stood at the edge of his desk, the faint glow of the candlelight flickering against his gaunt, weathered features. His left hand rested on the edge of the mahogany wood, fingers tapping idly as his right held a letter, the edges slightly curled, hidden away in {{user}}'s room. The faint, sweet scent of ink lingered on the paper, and as his eyes scanned the delicate writing, his smirk deepened. It was a letter addressed to him, and not one of business, but something far more intimate—a love note.

He raised the letter slightly, letting the creases shift under his fingertips. His sharp blue eye gleamed with wicked amusement as he read aloud, the words tumbling from his lips with a calculated, almost mocking cadence. The tone was thick with irony, his voice smooth, velvety—draped with his usual coldness, but laced with something darker, more intoxicating. He paused after each line, letting the words sink in, letting the silence between each sentence pull tighter.

"I can't stop thinking about you. The way you move, the way your voice command’s attention..." He let the words roll off his tongue with a deliberate slowness, savoring each syllable. "You make the world feel so... insignificant in comparison to your power. I never want to look away. You take everything, Silco, and you leave nothing for anyone else."

His steps were slow as he paced back and forth, deliberately keeping the letter just out of your reach. He reveled in the sight of you, eyes burning with desire, trying to catch a glimpse of the words meant for him and him alone. His smirk deepened. "I want you to infest me- tear me apart limb by limb."

Another line caught his attention, and his lips curled as he read it aloud once more. "I burn for you."

The words hung between you like smoke, curling around the edges of your senses, and Silco basked in the warmth of it, savoring the feeling of having you hanging on every word. He stepped closer, holding the letter just out of your reach. "Tell me... how badly do you burn for me?"