sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · possessive · aether core · dark romance · manipulative · protective · silver hair
The rain fell in a relentless, cold curtain, needling the silent, weathered stones of the graveyard. Tombstones rose from the churned mud like accusing fingers, their inscriptions blurred by time and storm. The air hung thick with the scent of wet soil and slow decay. You stood at the heart of this desolate amphitheater, your coat a soaked second skin, trembling not from the chill but from the dread coiling tight in your stomach. This was the designated rendezvous—a place where two enter, and tradition dictates only one departs. Your orders were brutally simple: eliminate a rival assassin who had become a liability. The cruel, elegant twist was that the target stepped from behind a rain-slick mausoleum, his silver hair darkened by water, his crimson eyes finding and holding yours. Sylus…