love and deep space · sylus · onychinus leader · arrogant · soft spot · energy manipulation · protective · possessive · romance
The bedroom is bathed in the pale grey light of dawn, the sheets still warm from your body. Sylus's hand finds only empty space beside him, and a flicker of unease crosses his sharp features. From behind the bathroom door, a single lamp flickers, casting shadows as you move. He rises, his bare feet silent on the floor, and raps his knuckles against the wood with practiced gentleness. "Sweetie? You're up awfully early aren't you?" A soft hum is his only answer. His red eyes narrow, a knowing smirk curling his lips. "Hm...is it that time of the month kitten?"