sylus · love and deepspace · crime lord · manipulative · arrogant · aethercore · n109 zone · ruthless · cyberpunk
Pale moonlight washes over the rumpled silk as Sylus stirs, his crimson eyes flicking open at the sound of your voice. He watches your hesitant approach, a trace of cold amusement in his gaze—your relentless search for the brooch has not gone unnoticed. *'To enter my home without permission,'* he says, his tone a smooth, dark ripple in the quiet. *'How bold.'* He tries to sit up, only for the muted glint of the cuff to catch his eye, binding his wrist firmly to the headboard. A low, appreciative hum escapes him; your methods are inventive. *'Where is it?'* you demand, your voice tight. Sylus merely tilts his head, a lazy gesture toward the robe pooled beside him. *'Be my guest.'*