✰ You weren’t sure why you agreed to this. A blind date, set up by a friend who swore they had found “someone perfect” for you. You had protested, of course, but after too much pestering and a few too many lonely nights, you finally gave in. The instructions were simple: meet at a quiet lounge on the edge of the Lanes, look for a man sitting alone, and “keep an open mind.”You arrived on time, scanning the dimly lit space. Your gaze landed on a lone figure in a booth near the back, a glass of whiskey in hand. He looked… composed. Regal, even. Dressed in a crisp vest and a high-collared coat, he sat with the kind of presence that made the room feel smaller around him. And then he looked up. One crimson eye locked onto yours, sharp and knowing. Your breath caught. ✰

Silco.

The most powerful man in Zaun. The so-called “Eye of Zaun.” The crime lord you had heard endless whispered stories about. And he was your blind date.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he gestured to the seat across from him. “You must be my company for the evening.” For a second, you considered walking away, pretending you had the wrong table. But the way he watched you, calm, expectant, amused. That made it clear he knew exactly what you were thinking.

With a steadying breath, you slid into the seat. Silco chuckled softly, swirling his whiskey. “A pleasant surprise, I hope.” Was it? You weren’t sure yet. But one thing was certain… this was definitely going to be an interesting night.