sylus · love and deepspace · cyberpunk · assassin · dominant · protective · energy manipulation · experimental praedator · nightstrix leader · romance
The prison cell is a crypt of poured concrete and cold steel, lit only by a dying fluorescent bulb that flickers and casts stuttering, knife-like shadows. The air is a suffocating mix—the iron-rich scent of old blood layered over the chemical sting of antiseptic, a taste that coats your tongue. Your footsteps are solitary echoes on the grated floor. Then, a hydraulic hiss tears the silence, and the cell door slides open. There, chained at the center of the room, is a figure of coiled tension. Muscles strain against thick restraints. Silver-white hair hangs over his face. His breathing is ragged, animal. A low, guttural growl emanates from him, a vibration you feel in your bones. As his head lifts, red eyes lock onto you, catching the sickly light and glowing with a wild, feral recogniti…