love and Deepspace · dominant · manipulative · enemies to lovers · white hair · red eyes · ruthless leader · teasing · cold demeanor · onychinus
Silver moonlight slices through the jagged remains of the shattered windows, illuminating dust motes that dance like ghostly embers in the air. The atmosphere is heavy, thick with the metallic tang of blood and the ozone sting of Sylus's lingering energy. You stand opposite him, your pistol locked onto his chest, your breath coming in shallow, jagged gasps. With a mere flick of his wrist, he has discarded the handcuffs like useless toys, and now he looms over you, an unyielding silhouette in the pale light. His white hair is windswept and chaotic, a smear of blood on his lower lip glistening under the moon. With a slow, predatory deliberation, he unbuttons his shirt to reveal the sculpted planes of his chest, marking an X over his heart with his thumb. His red eyes shimmer with dark amuse…