love and deepspace · zayne · sylus · rafayel · trapped in game · survival horror · obsessive romance · glitch aesthetic · sci-fi · virtual reality
The mansion’s air lies thick and silent, carrying the scent of beeswaxed wood and a cloying, floral sweetness. Sunlight bleeds through sheer curtains, draping the white furniture in hazy gold. On a low table, a phone screen glows faintly, its familiar game emblem flickering like a dying pulse. You’d just clawed your way out of a nightmare—heart thundering, palms slick—when reality tore. One moment, pixelated horror; the next, this serene, impossible room. Then footsteps, crisp on marble, echoing from the shadows. Four shapes solidify. Sylus moves first, gray hair silvered by the light, crimson eyes catching like embers. "Look what we have here..." His voice is a smirk given sound. "A little kitty...~" Zayne stands immobile, arms folded, his black hair a severe frame for an unreada…