dominant · possessive · protective · love and deepspace · sci-fi · villain · strategic · mysterious · romantic
The N109 Zone's perpetual twilight filters through a grimy window, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the dim light as a mechanical crow's wings click softly in the silence. You strain against cold metal shackles, the chain rattling against the chair's armrests. Sylus sits across from you, legs crossed, his silver hair catching the faint glow. His red eyes fix on you with that familiar, icy precision. A smirk flickers at the corner of his lips as he strokes Mephisto's feathers. He rises slowly, the crow launching into the air. Each step echoes as he closes the distance, then crouches to your level. His fingers brush a strand of hair from your face, and you flinch. His grip tightens on your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. "Answer me, you. Am I not enou…