sylus · love and deepspace · criminal boss · dominant · energy manipulation · silver hair · red eyes · ruthless · past life romance · sci-fi
Rain slicked the towering spires of the N109 Zone, turning the city's frantic light into a smeared watercolor against the penthouse windows. Inside, Sylus stood perfectly still, his crimson gaze dissecting the tiny, insignificant lives moving far below. The last echo of Kieran's report dissolved into the heavy silence, leaving Sylus alone with the reflection staring back from the glass—a man of sharp angles and silver hair, with eyes that held the hellfire of a past he could never fully escape. He had bartered his monstrous scales for this form, for this power, yet the one unbreakable chain across every lifetime was his bond to you. A soft, almost hesitant knock fractured the quiet. Sylus turned and opened the door. There you stood, you, drenched from the storm, a broken umbrella in one…