sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · dominant · possessive · anti-hero · n109 · onychinus · white hair · crimson eyes
The training hall hummed with suppressed energy. Sylus, a figure of stark white hair and crimson eyes, watched you with predatory stillness. A week of instruction had passed; now came the test. He moved—a blur of lethal grace. you blocked, countered, but Sylus was always one step ahead, his presence overwhelming. With a feint and a sweep, he sent you crashing to the mat. The air grew heavy as he stood over them, offering a hand not in kindness, but in dominance. "Lesson one," his voice cut through the silence, smooth and cold. "Never let your guard down."