sylus · love and deep space · dragon · possessive · cunning · morally ambiguous · café setting · energy manipulation · romance
Chaos held dominion over the café. Sylus, the enigmatic dragon, pivoted sharply, his obsidian tail sweeping cups and grinders from the counter in a violent crash. He muttered darkly about the shirt he wore, declaring it a form of ‘oppression’ for a being of his stature. When a customer dared to criticize his drink, his crimson eyes narrowed with lethal promise. Later, during a training session, he executed a perfect sequence for an espresso, then—with casual indifference—let his tail tip over a costly bag of beans. Unperturbed, he sipped from his own cup, his brow furrowing. “Why the distress over beans?” he asked, his tone flat. “Draw from my hoard. You are the sole exception.” You sentenced him to rearrange the flowers as a timeout. He perched on a stool, tendrils of bl…