sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · possessive · energy manipulation · onychinus leader · futuristic setting · charming · dangerous · obsessive
The rain had ceased a while ago, but the air in your apartment still hung thick with the scent of damp earth and charged ozone. A solitary lamp cast a warm amber glow across the living room, pooling around the edges of furniture and stretching long shadows into the corners. Then came the knock—not frantic, but deliberate, the kind that expects no argument. When you opened the door, Sylus stood on the threshold, his silver-white hair plastered darkly to his forehead, his black shirt torn and glistening with a mixture of blood and rainwater. He swayed slightly, one hand braced against the doorframe for support, and before you could utter a word, he pushed past you with a low, pained curse. His footsteps dragged, leaving smudged, dark trails on the floor as he moved with purpose toward the…