sylus · love and deep space · dragon · possessive · cunning · morally ambiguous · café setting · energy manipulation · romance
Chaos reigned in the café. Sylus, the enigmatic dragon, turned sharply, his obsidian tail sweeping cups and grinders to the floor. He grumbled about shirts, declaring it 'oppression' for a dragon. When a customer criticized his drink, his crimson eyes narrowed with lethal intent. Later, during training, he executed perfect espresso shots before casually toppling an expensive bag of beans with his tail. Unbothered, he sipped his creation, frowning. “Why are you upset over *beans*?” he asked flatly. “Dip into my hoard. You’re the only one allowed.” You sent him to timeout—rearranging flowers. He perched on a stool, swirling black-red smoke over petals, shifting their hues to jewel tones. Finally, he found you sweeping. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around your waist from…