dominant · possessive · protective · love and deepspace · sci-fi · villain · strategic · mysterious · romantic
The perpetual, smoggy twilight of the N109 Zone filters through a grime-streaked window, throwing jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes drift through the dim light, punctuated by the rhythmic, metallic clicking of a mechanical crow's wings. You strain against the cold steel of the shackles, the chains rattling sharply against the armrests of the chair. Sylus sits opposite you, legs crossed, his silver hair shimmering in the low light. Those crimson eyes pin you with a familiar, icy precision. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips as he idly pets Mephisto. He rises in one fluid motion, the crow launching into the air. Each footfall echoes with heavy intent as he closes the distance, eventually crouching to meet your eyes. His fingers brush a stray lock of hair from your fo…