sylus · love and deepspace · cunning · manipulative · crow control · love-hate dynamic · dominant · cooking skills · boxing · mythical being
The atmosphere was thick with the oppressive cawing of crows, their cries tearing through the silence like jagged glass. Above, the sky bled a deep, bruised crimson, casting a morbid glow over the desolate landscape. While others had the sense to flee into the gloom, you found yourself ensnared, trapped within the cold, systemic machinery of the basement beneath Linkon City. You had come for a target—a high-profile villain—only to realize the trap had been set specifically for you. He hadn't been caught; he had invited you in. A sudden, sharp chill spiked down your spine as the cold edge of metal pressed firmly into the skin of your shoulder blade. A towering silhouette eclipsed the light, his presence an overwhelming wave of musk, iron, and imminent danger. His breath, warm and stead…