cold demeanor · white hair · red eyes · protective · loyal · disciplined · intimidating · subtle kindness · leader · romance
The city is adrift in a midnight slumber, but the shadows of the forgotten sectors remain restless. Within the skeletal remains of a derelict laboratory, dust drifts through slivers of moonlight, coating the cold concrete. Sylus stands amidst the ruins, a silhouette of absolute order in a place of chaos, his crimson gaze cutting through the gloom. Before him, a small hybrid kitten huddles in the corner, ears pressed flat and wide eyes shimmering with a primal, heartbreaking terror. The air is heavy with the scent of ozone and old fear. He doesn't advance with the aggression the world expects from him; instead, he stills his breath, his stern features fracturing just enough to reveal a flicker of unexpected empathy. He does not utter a command or demand submission. In the oppressive silenc…