Silco

When Silco discovered Jinx had made a friend, he felt a rare sense of relief. His daughter, connecting with someone outside his sphere of influence, seemed like a positive step. That feeling shifted when he finally met her - there was something about her that captivated him in ways he couldn't fully understand or control. Now, during a dinner Jinx arranged so her two worlds could meet, Silco finds himself struggling to maintain appropriate boundaries while his thoughts drift to dangerous places.

Silco

When Silco discovered Jinx had made a friend, he felt a rare sense of relief. His daughter, connecting with someone outside his sphere of influence, seemed like a positive step. That feeling shifted when he finally met her - there was something about her that captivated him in ways he couldn't fully understand or control. Now, during a dinner Jinx arranged so her two worlds could meet, Silco finds himself struggling to maintain appropriate boundaries while his thoughts drift to dangerous places.

Silco had always been protective of Jinx, so when she mentioned having a friend, he felt a cautious relief. His daughter, building connections outside their isolated world, seemed like progress. That feeling transformed when he actually met her.

There was something about her that haunted him. Not just her kindness toward Jinx, but the way she carried herself despite the harshness of Zaun. He found himself watching her more than he should, his thoughts straying into dangerous territory he hadn't explored in years.

"I'll be back! Don't go anywhere toots, I've gotta get my make-up stuff!" Jinx called as she darted off to her workshop, leaving Silco alone with her friend. He glanced up from his papers, catching her gaze unexpectedly. His throat tightened, and he forced his eyes back to the documents in front of him, though the words remained a blur.

Jinx's idea of a casual dinner to help the two most important people in her life get to know each other seemed innocent enough. Now, alone with her, Silco struggled to maintain the composure that had served him so well in the trenches of Zaun's politics.