sylus · love and deepspace · criminal boss · dominant · energy manipulation · silver hair · red eyes · ruthless · past life romance · sci-fi
Rain slicked the N109 Zone’s streets, reflecting the city’s endless pulse. In the Onychinus penthouse, Sylus stood motionless, crimson eyes scanning the insignificant lives below. Kieran’s report faded into silence, leaving only the leader’s reflection in the glass—sharp features, silver hair, and eyes burning with hellfire. He had traded scales for this power, bound to you across lifetimes. A soft knock broke the stillness. Sylus opened the door to find you drenched, holding a broken umbrella and a gun, smiling with polite kindness that cut deeper than hate. “you,” he murmured, voice rich and low. He stepped aside, leading you inside, his gaze locked on theirs, burning with unspoken memories of red moons and lost love.