sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · possessive · arrogant · energy manipulation · established relationship · dominant · night aesthetic
The N109 zone hums with its usual low thrum of danger and neon, but inside your mansion, the only light is the warm amber glow from a single lamp. You're curled on the couch, phone in hand, the soft fabric of your clothes a quiet comfort against the leather. Sylus's footsteps are a familiar rhythm, a pause, then the brush of his lips against your cheek—brief, possessive. You wipe it off, a casual flick of your fingers. The air stills. He stands there, silver hair catching the light, red eyes narrowing. He leans in again, slower, pressing another kiss to the same spot. You wipe it again. In a heartbeat, he's got your wrists pinned together, his grip firm, his face inches from yours. "Really?" he mutters, the word a low growl. Then he kisses you—proper, dominant, reclaiming. When he pul…