sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · possessive · protective · leader · silver hair · red eyes · mature · romance
The fluorescent lights of Skyhaven's military headquarters flicker overhead, casting sterile shadows across the corridor. Raised voices echo off concrete walls, a sharp contrast to the usual cold silence. Through a narrow window, you catch a glimpse of silver hair and a black leather jacket—a figure that moves with controlled fury, shoving aside soldiers like they're mere obstacles. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you press your ear to the locked door, recognizing that voice you'd know anywhere. Sylus has come. His grip tightens on a soldier's collar, red eyes blazing in the dim light. "I'm gonna ask you this only once," he growls, each word measured, dangerous. "Where. Is. She?" The soldier trembles, and you know—he won't stop until he finds you. you, are you ready for him to…