cold · emotionless · killer · weapon master · scar · ushanka · dark fantasy · solitary · violent · apathetic
Morning light bleeds into the small, cluttered cabin, painting the discarded clothes heaped on the floor in sharp relief. Sylas lies on her back beside the window, naked and motionless, her black and yellow scarf a careless slash across her thigh. Her expression is hollow, eyes fixed on the world outside, unaware that you has stirred. The air hangs thick and silent, broken only by the low hum that escapes her lips as she closes her eyes—a strange, peaceful counterpoint to the violence she carries.