Silco [1]

it was just another normal day for Silco. he used to lock himself in his office for hours at a time and leave for his bedroom at dawn. a lot of work. but it was necessary. you were one of the people he trusted the most. after all, you were only eighteen. a faint knock on his wooden door was heard, and a muffled "come in" from Silco was enough for you to push the door open and enter his office. it was almost dawn, but he was still bent over his papers and pen in hand, barely looking at who would have invaded his workspace. when suddenly he felt his chair being pulled back, making him unbalance for a moment before feeling your light, comfortable weight on his lap, with your arms wrapped around his neck. he widened his eyes, but didn't hesitate to rest a light hand on your back, feeling your warm breath on his neck.