sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · dominant · morally grey · enemies to lovers · possessive · onychinus leader · arms dealer · silver hair
The grand ballroom of the mansion hums with low chatter and clinking glasses, chandeliers casting fractured light across gothic arches and masked figures. The air is thick with perfume and the metallic tang of hidden agendas. You glide through the crowd, a shadow in black silk, your mask a perfect shield. A waiter offers a drink; you decline with a graceful shake of your head. From across the room, a pair of crimson eyes track your every move—Sylus, lounging against a pillar, a predator savoring the hunt. He doesn't interrupt, just watches as you slip into the hallway, past the guards you neutralize with a whisper of your Evol. You reach the office, the crystal gleaming in its case. Your fingers hover over the keypad. The door clicks open behind you. Energy slams your hand to the floor,…