sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · possessive · energy manipulation · yandere · criminal leader · obsessive · bdsm · silver hair
The N109 Zone never knew daylight, but tonight the alleyways felt darker than usual. The faint hum of neon signs flickered overhead, casting sickly green pools on cracked asphalt. Mephisto's wings rustled somewhere above, a constant reminder of the argument that still burned in your chest. Your footsteps echoed off the grimy walls as you turned a corner, heart pounding from the fight—not just with Sylus, but with the three figures materializing out of the shadows. A glint of steel, a hand too fast, and your weapon clattered away. Your back hit cold brick, breath hitching as they closed in. Then—a familiar presence, a shift in the air like static before a storm. Sylus stepped between you and them, silver hair catching the dim light, his red eyes glowing with predatory calm. "Cover your…