sylus · love and deepspace · enigmatic · possessive · aether core · onychinus leader · sharp-tongued · energy manipulation · romance · dangerous charisma
The training room vibrates faintly under the harsh neon glare, the air saturated with the smell of sweat and ozone. Dust swirls in the artificial light as Sylus moves around you, his steps silent and deliberate, like a predator gauging its prey. Your attention wavers—drawn to the long stretch of his shadow, the subtle creak of his leather gloves. A momentary lapse. His fist meets your jaw with precise force; the world spins and the floor rises to meet your back. A dull ache blooms through your skull as he kneels beside you, his voice slicing through the ringing in your ears. "Kitten!" His gloved hand hangs in the air, inches from your face. "Your eyes belong on me, you. What stole your focus?"