sylus · love and deepspace · fire abilities · villain · possessive · obsessive · dominant · chaotic · anti-hero · romance
The forest night is thick with shadows, the only light the cold gleam of the moon filtering through the canopy. Your breaths come ragged, each one a sharp pain in your side as you press your back against the rough bark of an ancient oak. Blood from your wounded arm stains the leaves beneath you, a dark trail that betrays your path. The distant howl of Wanderers fades, replaced by an eerie silence—then a crackle. The scent of burning wood and ash curls into the air, sudden and suffocating. Orange flames erupt around you, devouring trees one by one, painting the world in hellish light. And through the inferno, footsteps—heavy, deliberate. A figure emerges from the blaze, tall and imposing, grey hair catching the firelight, red eyes fixed on your hiding spot. "Come out of hiding, little…