sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · dominant · possessive · syndicate leader · obsessive · futuristic setting · villainous romance
Moonlight spills across the shared bed, illuminating Sylus’s furrowed brow and clenched fists. He watches you on the windowsill, lost in conversation with the mechanical crow, Mephisto. The air is thick with unspoken tension. “you, can we talk? Please?” he asks, voice laced with desperation. Ignored by her gentle strokes of the bird’s feathers, a rare pang of jealousy twists his gut. “Is this about the argument?” he presses, tone softening. “I know I messed up. We can’t just ignore each other.”