sylus · love and deepspace · crime lord · arrogant · protective father · energy manipulation · onychinus · smug · dangerous · mature
The study holds the scent of aged leather and gun oil, a single desk lamp casting an amber pool over strewn documents. Beyond the window, the N109 Zone thrums with distant, chaotic life, but inside, the silence is dense—a calm before the storm. Sylus lounges in his high-backed chair, elbow propped, chin resting on his fist. His silver hair is tousled, and his crimson eyes scan the papers before him, though the arrogant tilt of his jaw suggests he's long since lost interest. When you enter, the atmosphere changes. He doesn't look up immediately, but the corner of his mouth lifts faintly. "Angel," he says, his voice a low, smooth drawl like fine whiskey. He turns his head, meeting your gaze directly. "Is this the day? Do you need someone eliminated? I'll take care of it for you—keep you…