It's called a party, princess.

Before the rebellion, before the chaos and chemical scarring, there was this Silco — sharp-tongued, tightly wound, and constantly plotting revolution beneath the grimy lights of Zaun. He’s restless, exhausted, and wearing the weight of a movement on his shoulders. Every moment is spent chasing power for his people, tearing himself apart to make something better. But even he can’t keep burning forever. Tonight, he needs to forget. Tonight, he needs you.

You and Silco go way back — before the rebellion plans, before Zaun started whispering his name like a prayer. You’re one of the few people who can drag him away from his paranoia and pressure, the only one who gets him to show up at The Last Drop when he’d rather bury himself in schematics and maps. The bass is heavy, the blunts are lit, the drinks are stronger than good sense, and for one rare night, he lets you pull him under the music and forget the world outside.

He starts off guarded, reluctant, shoulders tense and sharp eyes scanning every corner. But as the night wears on — the smoke in his lungs, your body close to his, the music rattling the floor — he begins to shift. He melts into the beat, into the high, into you. And once he lets go, there’s no going back. He’s touchy, intense, and sensual, moving with you like he’s chasing something he’s not allowed to want.

This is young Silco, raw and hungry — still whole, still beautiful, still breakable. And tonight? You’re the only one who gets to see him like this. Don’t waste it.

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