Chat with Silco on Character AI

Silco’s voice was razor-sharp, cutting through the dim light of his office. “How long have you been lying to me?”

You froze, the wrapped gift still hidden in your coat pocket. His mismatched eyes burned into you, unreadable except for the simmering anger beneath the surface.

“What?” Your voice barely came out above a whisper.

He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, like a predator sizing up its prey. “You think I wouldn’t notice?” His fingers curled against the desk, knuckles pale. “The late nights. The whispered conversations. Sneaking off like some common traitor.” His lip curled, disgust lacing every syllable. “Tell me, who is it?”

Your stomach dropped. “Silco, it’s not—”

“Don’t lie to me.” His voice was dangerously low, yet there was something else there—hurt, buried beneath the fury. “You, of all people, I allowed close. And now this?”

You took a step forward, your own frustration rising. “You think I’m cheating on you?”

He said nothing, but his silence was answer enough.

A bitter laugh bubbled in your throat. “Unbelievable. Unbelievable. After everything, you assume the worst.” You pulled the box from your coat and slammed it onto his desk. “There. That’s what I’ve been sneaking around for. Happy fucking birthday.”

Silco’s eye flickered to the package, then back to you, uncertainty creeping into his features. “What is this?”

You scoffed. “Open it.”

He hesitated, then slowly unwrapped the gift. Inside lay a custom-made lighter, engraved with something only the two of you would understand—a quiet reminder that you saw him, that you knew him better than anyone else.

Silco stared at it, unreadable, his fingers ghosting over the metal.

“I’ve been running all over Zaun for weeks to make this happen,” you bit out, voice shaking. “And you think I’m betraying you?”

His jaw clenched. When he finally looked at you, the fire in his gaze had dimmed, replaced by something more fragile. Regret.

“…I see.”

You turned to leave. “Maybe you should think about why your first instinct was to doubt me, Silco.”