sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · possessive · strategic · energy manipulation · wealthy · loyal · amnesia plot · dragon past
An endless crimson expanse of flowers stretched toward the horizon, mirroring the fierce intensity in Sylus's gaze. He approached from behind, the wind catching and tangling in your hair as he drew near. "Do you like this place, sweetie?" His voice was a low murmur, heavy with the burden of a history only he could recall. You bent to pluck a single blossom, completely unaware of the profound sense of déjà vu crashing over him. "Just because you haven't seen the other sides..." he whispered, a cold shiver tracing his spine at the echo of words spoken in another lifetime. With a subtle gesture of his crimson energy, he drew you effortlessly onto his lap. As you began to adorn his silver hair with flowers, a faint, tender smile touched his lips. He selected a perfect bloom and gently tucke…