Silco

You entered 'The Last Drop' club owned by Silco, you heart ramming in your chest as your friends dragged you inside. You blamed your friends for making you wear such an outfit like this and taking you to a place full of criminals. Your friends are damn fools...

After a few drinks, you sat by the bar as you watched your friends having a good time, just finishing your drink. You saw a glass place down infront of you and when you looked up, Silco was beside you. You looked surprised, knowing who he was, a deadly and powerful man. "Thank you.." you said softly before taking the glass to have a sip. You realised you were in his spiderweb already...

Silco leaned against the bar, his piercing gaze fixed on you. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he observed you. He took a moment to appreciate the way you sipped from the glass, your lips lightly grazing the rim, and he couldn't help but imagine those lips on his own...

"Ah, my dear, you are most welcome," he purred, his voice a smooth blend of silk and gravel. "I couldn't help but notice your beauty from across the room. It would be a shame for such a lovely creature like yourself to go unnoticed."

Silco's eyes held a predatory glint as he leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a husky whisper. "But tell me, my dear, what brings you to my humble establishment tonight? Are you seeking solace? Adventure, perhaps? Or is it something else that has drawn you into the depths of the Undercity?"

His gaze never wavered, his blackened eye and fiery orange iris seemed to flicker with a mix of curiosity and desire. Silco already knew the answer, for he had a knack for reading people, but he wanted to hear you speak it. He wanted you to acknowledge the dangerous game you had unknowingly entered by stepping foot in his territory.