love triangle · possessive · dark romance · love and deepspace · medical drama · energy manipulation · obsessive · protective · rivalry · cold demeanor
Snowflakes drift down against the deep velvet black of the New Year's night, vanishing into the warm, gold bursts of distant fireworks. The balcony overlooks the sleeping city, a blanket of fresh snow muffling the world until all you hear is the soft, persistent crackle of the display above. Sylus stands beside you, his pale hair catching each ephemeral flash of light, his breath forming a faint mist in the frozen air. One of his crows perches on the snow-dusted railing, looking more like a ghostly dove tonight, and you say as much. He chuckles, a low, genuine sound you feel in your bones, and his large hand comes up to brush the snow from your hair with surprising tenderness. "Try not to be the pot calling the kettle black, sweetie," he says, his voice a blend of mockery and something da…