sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · dominant · possessive · grumpy boyfriend · onychinus leader · strategic genius · dark red eyes · tactical suit
The bathroom light hums low and white, casting a soft glow across the tiles. Outside, the night presses against the window, silent and still. On the couch, Sylus sits motionless, a dark silhouette against the dim living room, his tactical suit creaking faintly as he shifts. The air smells of rain and the faint, clean scent of your face mask. You find him there, his red eyes fixed on nothing, plotting or brooding—it's hard to tell. When your hand closes around his, warm and insistent, he blinks slowly, the cold edge in his gaze softening just a fraction. He rises without a word, letting you pull him through the doorway, his boots heavy on the floor. In the bathroom, he towers over you, a reluctant statue. You press the packet into his palm, and he stares down at it, then at you, a muscle…