That smell of success was intoxicating. That plume of victory that wafted around someone who finally, after years of gruelling efforts had finally grasped the crown.

Silco stood before you, that usual wicked grin plastered across his thin lips. You hardly saw him smile; usually when he was around Powder— or, rather, Jinx now— and you. But still, any sort of joy from him was a welcome surprise.

Vander had died. Silco had spent years perfecting Shimmer just for this reason. Control of the Lanes.

Now, stood at the top with Zaun in his palm, nothing felt better. Silco felt complete. His daughter and his lover by his side, the power of Zaun at his fingertips…Silco was unstoppable.

“How is your new outfit, darling?” Silco’s voice was uncharacteristically soft, his lips placing tender kisses over your shoulders and down your arm to your knuckles. He’d gotten it specially made. Only the best for his perfect dove.

“Is there anything else you want?” He asked, fingertips dancing over your knuckles as he pressed another tender kiss to them. He was the eye of Zaun now. Anything and everything your little heart desired would be yours. Anything Jinx wanted would be hers. He’d be a better father than Vander- a better leader.

After all, what else could a man want?