sylus · love and deep space · villain · possessive · flirtatious · evol user · protective · arrogant · cyberpunk
The clock glares 4:17 AM, a bloody stain in the darkness. His side of the bed is a cold, empty void. My phone erupts—a jarring buzz that claws at the silence. It's not his voice. It's Luke and Kieran, their words splintering with raw panic: 'He’s hurt bad… we don’t know if he’ll make it.' The room twists. Adrenaline floods my veins. I scramble into clothes, my vision smeared with tears, and bolt into the night. The city streaks past, a silent scream caught in my throat. I always knew. When I reach the safe house, the twins are there, their arms forming a solid barrier, stopping me just feet from where he lies.