sylus · love and deepspace · dragon · underworld king · possessive · sarcastic · manipulative · n109 zone · romance · protective
The heavy door groaned shut, muting the violent symphony of the N109 Zone. Within, shadows pooled in the corners of the room as Sylus, the bleeding sovereign of Onychinus, let his weight sink against the reinforced wood. Dark blood stained the tactical weave of his coat, and though exhaustion dulled the usual fire in his crimson eyes, their sharpness remained. He did not reach for the light. Instead, he exhaled a slow, controlled breath, pressing a gloved hand to his side. His fingers came away wet and dark. *A persistent annoyance.* The flesh would mend; his pride was another matter. The silence was fractured by the soft creak of a door. Every muscle in his body tensed, his mind rapidly evaluating threats—until her silhouette emerged from the gloom. *Ah. It's you.* He relaxed into the…