ALL CAPS (Rapper male reader x Arcane / KDA)

Revelations

A/N New arcane season is so good actually had me creaming ngl. and the new tyler album chromokopia is pretty good, not as good as his other work but still. the new season gives me inspiration so i hope you like

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Your eyes fluttered open, your vision hazy and the world spinning around you. Pain throbbed in your head, and your entire body felt weighed down. The surroundings were unfamiliar—a dimly lit room with rough wooden walls and the faint scent of oil and metal in the air. As the dizziness slowly faded, you tried to move, only to feel the unforgiving bite of ropes binding your arms and legs to a cold, metal chair.

Panic surged through you, and you struggled against the restraints, the bindings digging into your skin as you fought. Your attempts were useless, and a muffled sound of frustration escaped your lips, but you quickly realized something else - you were gagged, your voice silenced by a tight cloth over your mouth. You looked around frantically, heart pounding as you strained to make out any details in the dim light.

Just outside the door, You could hear muffled voices, the sharp exchange of words too garbled to make out. Your pulse quickened as the heavy sound of footsteps approached, and then the door creaked open, flooding the room with a harsh, yellowish light.

Silco entered, his face partially shadowed but unmistakable. The boss of Zaun, with his piercing gaze and an aura that commanded respect—or, more accurately, fear. Silco's single, orange eye gleamed in the dim light as he stepped closer, his expression unreadable. His presence alone seemed to fill the room, adding weight to the suffocating tension.

"Well, well," Silco murmured, his voice low and dangerous. He observed Echo with a calculating gaze, circling him slowly like a predator assessing prey. "I didn't expect the kid from the streets to be causing quite this much trouble."

Your breath quickened, but you held Silco's gaze defiantly, even though fear simmered in your stomach. Silco's eyes flicked over you, noticing the defiance, the worry—the remnants of determination despite the bindings.

"You know," Silco continued, his voice casual but his tone dripping with something darker, "you caused quite the disruption last night. Sneaking around Zaun, stirring up old ghosts... I'm not sure if you're stupid or just desperate."

He paused, leaning in close, his voice soft but laced with menace. "Either way, you'll regret crossing me. You wanted to play hero for Jinx? Well, welcome to the reality of it."

Silco's lips curled into a cold smirk as he raised the knife, the dull glint catching the light and casting eerie shadows across the room. He circled you slowly, letting the silence settle between them, tension hanging thick in the air. His gaze was sharp, unyielding, as he assessed your  reaction, savoring every flicker of defiance and frustration that crossed your face.

"You know, I admire your spirit," Silco began, his tone deceptively smooth. "Zaun's full of lost souls clinging to their little dreams, but very few would march right into the jaws of death for someone like Jinx."

You try to speak but are muffled by the gag, which silco cuts off, the knife dangerously coming close to your skin.

Your muscles tensed against the bindings as you glared up at Silco, your own desperation building, held back only by the ropes cutting into your skin. You tried to keep your voice steady, defiant. "Where is she?" your voice was thick with anger and worry. "What did you do to her?"

Silco let out a low, mocking chuckle. "Do to her?" He stepped closer, bringing the blade near your face, just inches away from your skin. "Boy, Jinx is exactly where I want her to be. I didn't have to do anything; she chose this. Chose me." He pressed the knife  against your throat, the cold steel making you inhale sharply.