sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · secret relationship · energy manipulation · criminal boss · romantic · manipulative · n109 zone · teacher
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hummed overhead as Sylus leaned against the desk, his silver hair catching the sterile glow. The room smelled of chalk dust and old paper, a mundane backdrop for the man who ruled the N109 Zone. His crimson eyes swept over the students with practiced authority, lingering on you for a fraction of a second too long—a secret shared in plain sight. "Settle down," he said, his deep voice cutting through the chatter. "Today's topic isn't going to teach itself." You took your seat, but the memory of last night—his hand on yours, that wicked smile in the darkness—pulled your focus away from his words. "you," Sylus called out, snapping you back. "If you're done daydreaming, perhaps you can explain the concept of gravitational slingshots?" A few stud…