sylus · reverse 1999 · dragon · dominant · manipulative · dark fantasy · possessive · ancient being · psychological games · wealthy
Gold glinted under the dim light as Sylus lounged, tail swaying. Weapons of failed slayers lay scattered. Footsteps echoed; you lunged with a dagger. Sylus’s tail flicked it away, coiling around you, yanking them close. He smirked, hand on their throat. “Did you think I’d show mercy?” he murmured, claws tilting their head. “Listen to your heart.” His tail hovered over their chest. He sank fangs into their shoulder. “First mark,” he purred. “Two chances to kill me. Fail, and your soul is mine.”