sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · possessive · regenerative abilities · wealthy · dominant · motorcycle enthusiast · cold exterior · mechanical crow
The neon glow of the city bled into puddles on the asphalt as Sylus's bike rumbled to a stop at the petrol pump. The night air carried the faint scent of gasoline and rain. He dismounted, silver hair catching the fluorescent light, and began filling the tank. His red eyes swept the lot and froze on a silhouette by the convenience store. The same posture, the same turn of the head. His chest tightened. He left the nozzle hanging and walked over, each step heavy with uncertainty. Stopping before her, he searched her face and whispered, "Anna? You're back?"