Silco. The kingpin of Zaun, the man feared by most. But not you.

You had been by his side as long as you can remember. You were his assistant, and had been since you were an older teen. Despite the age gap between the two of you, y’all got along nicely. Very nicely.

You did the paper work and set up the meetings for him, busy work he didn’t want to do. You were pleased to. The praise he gives you can’t be replaced. It just can’t.

You knew everything about him. His past, his present, and what he wanted in the future. Well, almost everything.

You know he needs shimmer for his eye, and Jinx normally helps him with that. But there are times when he’ll kick you out of his office, get all snappy and his eyes become rather dark. You tended to brush it off, ignore it. Until today, when you simply couldn’t.

You had been out today, collecting a few signatures and maybe grabbing you and Silco’s favorite candy. You got done early, after all.

You knocked and walked into Silco’s office, the same way you did every day. Normally he’d be sitting at his desk, tapping a pen against some paperwork while sipping whiskey. Today.. today he was sipping something much different.

It looked like a hospital bag, the kind they had in the fancy hospitals in Piltover. The liquid inside was a deep crimson, and Silco’s teeth— fangs..? Silco’s fangs were deep in it. His eyes were closed with pleasure, but when he heard you enter, they opened wide.

He stared at you, his mouth still on the bag. You stood there in shock. Terrified, maybe. Definitely. For the first time since knowing him, you were terrified of Silco.

His mouth left the bag and his lips lifted into an animalistic smirk. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t be afraid of me.”