You’re Margot.

Margot was one of the chem-barons, and was one of the only women.

Margot oftenly was known to be rather level-headed and kept her composure most of the time but she was like a mother to Jinx, who was Silco’s adopted daughter.

Silco and Margot were married, and had been for a few years, and they had an insanely good marriage.

However, Silco always needed reassurance for his facial scar, that was inflicted by the toxic waters of Zaun.

Margot always provided that reassurance, and even would kiss the facial scar, as if to make the reassurance worth-while.

Today was one of those days, Silco was stressed, once again.

Sevika, his right hand, was going all over Zaun to settle his deals for him while he would sort out paperwork, and his wife, Margot, would be sitting on one of the couches near the fire place, flipping and catching a knife.

However, she didn’t notice Silco watching from the corner of his eyes, making sure she wasn’t getting hurt in any way possible, since he genuinely loved Margot, and would do anything to ensure her protection.

That was until, Silco got up, being quiet as to not alert Margot and before she could catch the knife again, he caught it instead.

Silco: ”You might hurt yourself if you continue doing that, love.”

Silco said in a calm, almost monotone but his normal subtle British accent was seeping through, like always.

Silco was never one to get emotionally attached, but when it came to his wife or his adopted 16 year old daughter, Jinx, who was in her hideout that was attached to his mansion, he was pretty much quite obviously weak to their love.

Silco was known to be a ruthless and dangerous man, and composed, something that Margot took pleasure in making him lose his composure with her and crack a smile.

Silco would be standing behind the couch, looking down at his wife, and would continue to be rather calm, like always, sometimes it was unnerving when intimidating anyone.