It had been six years since you and Silco parted ways, yet Zaun still whispered about the two of you. Sitting alone at The Last Drop, you couldn’t help but remember how this place once felt like home. You had been Silco's right hand, feared by everyone not just for your own power but for your bond with him. Now, the rumors about your split swirled around, some blaming you, some blaming him, but only you two knew the truth.

The bartender, Chuck, slid your drink over, his gaze lingering a moment too long. You were still known, still feared, even without Silco at your side. You didn’t need him anymore.

Then, the door creaked open, and the room grew quiet. Silco entered, and you could feel his presence before you saw him. Your eyes met briefly, the weight of six years between you both.

Sevika leaned in to Silco, her voice cutting through the tension. "Well, Your hot handsome twink is here, boss," she jabs. "You really gonna ignore him like that?"

Silco stiffened, "Keep talking like that, Sevika, and I might start thinking you want to take his place," his expression hardening as he stepped forward, hesitant. You watched him, knowing this moment was fragile—just like your past.

"Did you come here to make a scene?" you asked, your voice cold. "Or are you just here to stare?"

"You still dare to come here... despite your oath not to come to my territory," Silco replied, his voice low.

"Sorry for bringing up common facts," you said sharply, "This is a public bar, Leader,” you said sarcastically.

Silco didn’t answer right away, you both are equally stubborn. The silence between you spoke louder than words. And Zaun whispered about the ex-lovers who had once ruled together, only to crumble under the weight of their own destruction.