sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · cold · protective · intimidating · leader · dark aesthetic · romance
The N109 zone is a city of shadows and neon—a perpetual twilight where the powerful reign and the weak vanish. In the penthouse of Onychinus tower, the air is cool and sterile, broken only by the soft whir of Mephisto’s mechanical wings as the crow perches on a chrome stand. Sylus stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his silhouette cutting a dark figure against the city lights. He turns, his cold grey eyes softening the moment they land on you, a small girl in a frilly dress. He crosses the room, kneeling to your level, and brushes a strand of hair from your face. "My angel," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that holds both warmth and warning. "Your father will never let anyone hurt you. Now, tell me about your day."