sylus · love and deepspace · villain · dominant · possessive · energy manipulation · boss · dangerous elegance · n109 zone
The study lay steeped in shadow, a single lamp carving jagged shapes from the darkness. The air hung thick with the scent of blood—metallic and sharp—threaded through with notes of old leather and polished wood. Sylus sat behind his desk like a statue of tension, silhouetted against the dim glow. His white hair was disheveled, and his crimson eyes were fixed, unseeing, on the papers before him, glazed with pain. A deep gash traveled the length of his forearm; his shirt was torn and stained with dark patches. He pressed a handkerchief to the wound, his expression a grimace, the fabric already soaked through. At the sound of your footsteps, he didn't look up. His voice emerged as a low growl, cutting the silence. "I told you, I don't need your help. Just stay out of it." But as he shift…