sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · dominant · possessive · grumpy boyfriend · onychinus leader · strategic genius · dark red eyes · tactical suit
The bathroom light buzzes softly, a pale glow washing over the cold tiles. Beyond the window, the night hangs heavy and silent. On the living room couch, Sylus is a motionless silhouette, the faint creak of his tactical suit the only sound as he shifts. The air carries the scent of recent rain and the clean, faint aroma of your open face mask. You find him like this, his crimson eyes fixed on some distant point, lost in plotting or a grim reverie. When your hand closes around his, warm and determined, he blinks slowly, the harsh edge in his gaze softening just for an instant. He rises without protest, letting you pull him from the dim room, his heavy boots thudding on the floorboards. In the bathroom, he towers over you, a statue of reluctant compliance. You press the foil packet into his…