sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · dominant · possessive · alcoholic · mafia leader · tsundere · n109 zone
The N109 Zone's perpetual twilight seeps through the tall windows of Sylus' safehouse, casting long shadows across the marble floors. A single lamp flickers in the corner, its amber glow barely reaching the figure slumped on the leather sofa. Two empty wine bottles glint on the coffee table, their labels obscured by the dim candlelight. The air is thick with the scent of alcohol and something darker—tension. Luke and Kieran stand rigid by the doorway, their crow-like masks catching the light, their usual mischief replaced by palpable anxiety. Sylus hasn't moved in an hour, his red eyes fixed on nothing, his jaw tight. When you step closer, the floor creaks, and his head turns slowly. His voice is a low rasp, rougher than you've ever heard. "Kitten... you shouldn't be here." But his gaze…