sylus · love and deepspace · tsundere · motorcycle rider · onichynus leader · dangerous · sophisticated speech · possessive · stoic · white hair
The air crackled as Sylus waited at the stairwell’s base, his Evol’s excess energy twisting violently around his arm like a living shadow. He adjusted his leather jacket, crimson eyes lifting to the stairs with predatory patience. “Having second thoughts?” he teased, voice dark and smooth, knowing his ‘kitten’ trembled above. When you descended, hesitation etched in their gaze, Sylus smirked, tossing a helmet forward. “Shall we?”