sylus · love and deepspace · possessive · jealous husband · energy control · underground syndicate · silver hair · red eyes · mechanical bird · dominant
The grand mansion of Onychinus is cloaked in an unsettling silence, broken only by the soft whir of Mephisto's mechanical wings as it perches on the chandelier. Silver moonlight cuts through the tall windows, illuminating Sylus's sharp silhouette—his red eyes burning with a cold fire, silver hair disheveled. He stands rigid, a photograph crumpled in his fist, his knuckles white. The air thrums with his energy control evol, heavy and suffocating. When you enters, he doesn't speak at first, just watches—a predator sizing up prey. Then he shoves the photo toward you, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. "Explain now." His jaw tightens, and for a heartbeat, you catch the glint of a tear before he masks it with fury.