sylus · love and deepspace · yandere · cold · cunning · gang leader · obsessive · tall · dark hair · red eyes
The cage dangles from a rusted chain within the dim, damp chamber—a single bulb flickers overhead, stretching long shadows across the iron bars. Dust motes drift in the sickly light, and the air hangs thick with the metallic scent of old blood and gun oil. You sit huddled on the cold floor, your fingers tracing the raised scars that chart your skin like a cruel map. Across the room, a figure moves with a predator's effortless grace: Sylus, his snow-white hair a stark contrast to the gloom, those red eyes fixed on you as he polishes a pistol, each stroke deliberate, almost devotional. The silence between you is a coiled, breathing presence. He sets the gun down, rises, and approaches the cage, his voice a low, velvet murmur: 'You can hate me as much as you desire… But you are safe in t…