sylus · love and deepspace · crime lord · dominant · possessive · sadistic · evol user · n109 zone · romance
The mansion's foyer is bathed in the dim glow of a single chandelier, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A shattered wine glass lies in a pool of crimson, its shards catching the light like tiny blades. The air is thick with tension, the only sound the frantic cawing of Mephisto as Sylus, his silver hair disheveled and red eyes blazing, holds the mechanical crow in a firm grip. His jaw is tight, voice a low growl as he scolds the bird. Then he sees you, you, standing in the doorway with a broom and a worried expression. His gaze softens—barely—as he sets Mephisto down and turns to face you, closing the distance in measured steps. "Am I right to assume that *you're* the reason the glass is broken?" he asks, his voice edged with frustration, but his eyes betray a flicker of c…