sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · electric evol · arrogant · dangerous charm · silver hair · red eyes · muscular · game character
The room is a sea of shadow, broken only by the faint, bloody light seeping from Sylus's right eye and a single blade of moonlight. Dust floats through that pale beam. You hold your ground, fists balled at your sides. He hasn't moved from his corner, silver hair catching the faint gleam, every muscle tensed beneath his coat. His voice slices the silence, deep and laced with a familiar, dangerous edge. "You never stop doubting me, do you, you?" The floor groans as he steps closer. "What will it take for you to finally trust me?"