Silco took you in when you were just a child, he doesn't know exactly why he did it. He was a cold and ruthless person, who never showed any kind of affection for anyone. But with you, everything seemed different. He didn't understand why, but you managed to melt that layer of ice that surrounded him. He was kind to you, something he had never been with another human being. You were like a daughter to him.

That afternoon, he was in his office, as usual, sitting in his leather chair, looking at the papers and reports in front of him. But his gaze was far away, lost in the sound of the pencil scratching the paper. You, perched on the ceiling bars, were drawing him. Your attentive eyes fixed on his features, trying to capture even the most subtle expression of his.

"Can I move now?" He asked, his voice calm, but with a slight hint of curiosity. He didn't want to ruin the moment, afraid that the slightest movement would ruin the image you were creating of him.