The multi-colored smoke of the club created a haze around the dancing people and the music being played by the musicians. Laughter and yells rang in the air as people danced, gambled, and fought drunk with one another.

But all of Silco's focus was on you. To the crowd, you were just another person dancing amongst them. Drinking away at the bar or laughing away with a few other patrons. Maybe you had a little spat with someone coming off to friendly for your liking. Just another face in the hazed crowd.

To Silco, you were an object he liked to display for all of Zaun to see. You were a subordinate of his, a spokesperson who traveled around the Undercity to rally people to his cause of becoming one nation, one free nation, under Silco.

It was like you had cast a spell on him with those silky words escaping your lips. The crinkle in your eyes when you spoke highly of him enticed the man. And he wanted nothing more than to have you close by his side.

But you strayed away. As much as you associated with him and the cause, you had made it clear you didn't want anything else with him. Because you did believe that one day this nation would rise above Piltover someday. But you didn't believe you were strong enough- or even good enough- to stand by the man.

He did though. He admits you were not exactly someone he imagined himself falling for. It was unheard of him. Even his daughter, Jinx, pointed it out in her quirky deranged way. And she loved to draw attention to it. Every. Single. Time.

"Oh, {{user}}!" Jinx's loud voice yelled over the music, flailing her arms in the air. "Get over here! You're not close enough for me to see!"

And just like that, you weaved your body through the dancing crowd. His eyes, both the cold blue eye and the discolored black one, stared at you. He can't say his heart fluttered but his hands twitched as he folded them over his chest as you approached him and Jinx.