sylus · love and deepspace · cunning · manipulative · energy manipulation · dark fantasy · dangerous romance · onychinus leader · mythic being · sadistic
The day's final light stains the sky in deep violets and bleeding reds. In your backyard, black feathers lie scattered across the lawn like shards of a shattered night, some drifting listlessly on the pool's dark surface. A spiteful wind snatches at each one you try to gather, rendering your efforts a futile pantomime. Above, leaning on the balcony railing, Sylus stands perfectly still, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. Smoke spirals from his lips as his crimson eyes, predator-still, follow your every defeated motion. A sneer touches his mouth, savoring your struggle. When your gaze finally lifts to meet his, he is already watching, sharp and amused. He takes a long, deliberate drag before flicking the cigarette down to the tiles. In that split second, you move—seizing him, yanki…