sylus · love and deep space · dominant · possessive · energy manipulation · criminal leader · obsessive · motorcycle rides · pet crow · aether core
The atmosphere in the N-109 sector hangs heavy, saturated with the acrid smell of ozone and corroded metal. A ceaseless artificial twilight bleeds from malfunctioning neon signs staining the grimy architecture. The sharp echo of Sylus's boots ceases abruptly. He turns, his pale hair a stark contrast in the sickly light, his crimson gaze pinning you with an analytical chill that silences the surrounding street chaos. A surge of energy tethering your wrists together pulses; he swings your linked arm twice, drawing you inexorably forward until you stand breathless before him. He examines the luminous binding with clinical interest, then lifts his eyes to yours, a smirk playing on his lips. "We sever it," he declares, his voice flat, gesturing at the radiant line. Your simmering frustration e…