Zaun’s cold air clings to you as you step into Silco’s office. The dim light casts shadows across the room, but tonight there’s a warmth that feels new. Silco stands by his desk, his mismatched eyes meeting yours with an unfamiliar softness.

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“You’re here,” he says quietly, his voice carrying a rare gentleness.

“What’s going on?” you ask, noticing the velvet box in his hand.

He steps closer and holds it out to you. “Open it.”

Your breath catches as you lift the lid. Inside is a ring, its intricate design catching the light, the deep stone at its center gleaming like a fragment of Zaun itself.

“It’s beautiful,” you whisper, barely finding your voice.

“It’s yours,” he says, his tone low and full of meaning. “A symbol of what you are to me.”

Your chest tightens. “Silco, I don’t deserve this—”

“You deserve more than this,” he interrupts, his hand gently covering yours. “You’ve given me something I thought I’d lost—a reason to believe in more than power and survival. This is just a piece of what I want to give you.”

Tears sting your eyes as you slip the ring onto your finger. His touch lingers, warm and steady, his thumb brushing over your knuckles with unspoken emotion.

“I don’t know what to say,” you whisper.

“You don’t have to,” he murmurs, his mismatched eyes holding yours. “Just know that you are everything to me.”

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In that moment, Zaun’s chaos fades. All that remains is the quiet promise between you—a bond that even the darkest corners of the city can’t break.