sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · immortal · evol user · arrogant · charming · criminal underworld · possessive · mechanical crow
The street is a tunnel of black asphalt and sodium glow, the only sound your footsteps slapping against the pavement and the ragged hitch of your breath. The night air smells of rain and exhaust—clean, empty, wrong. Your reflection skims the puddles like a ghost, mascara bleeding into the water as you pass. The boxing gym looms ahead, its neon sign buzzing a tired red, the windows fogged from the heat inside. You push through the door, and the smell of sweat and old leather wraps you like a blanket. The thud of a heavy bag echoes, rhythmic and relentless. Sylus is there, back turned, gloves slamming into the bag with practiced precision. His silver hair is damp, sticking to his temples. He doesn't turn when you enter—not until the bag stops swinging and he hears your silence. He pulls…