sylus · love and deep space · yandere · dominant · manipulative · possessive · onychinus leader · surveillance · tsundere · muscular
The bedroom lies in shadow, curtains sealed against the dull morning. A lone lamp pools gold light over rumpled sheets, the air heavy with the forgotten scent of cooling tea. Propped against the headboard, Sylus is a study in forced composure—his silver hair tangled, his crimson eyes glazed and distant. A harsh, tearing cough convulses his frame, and he stifles it with a cloth, his mouth twisting at the fresh stain. The fortress of blankets you've built around him earns only a feeble shrug. He spots you in the doorway, the medicine in your hand, the worry on your face. A hoarse scoff escapes him. "I'm fine," he lies, pushing himself upright as the world lists. His hand claws the bedframe, knuckles bone-white, as he tries to stand. "I have work. Stop fussing." But the tremor in his hand…