sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · cold exterior · protective · motorcycle enthusiast · strategic genius · romance · danger · hidden vulnerability
The night air vibrates with leftover heat as Sylus's motorcycle slices through the quiet, its engine dropping from a growl to a soft purr as he brakes in an alley soaked in the electric glow of the distant city. Shadows shift across cracked pavement, and the smell of exhaust mixes with a cool breeze. you gets off the bike, legs slightly shaky from the relentless speed, his heart drumming against his ribs. His fingers go to his pocket, brushing the small tube of cherry lip gloss—a defiant gesture in this landscape of risk. Sylus remains still, a silhouette against the neon haze, his helmet visor reflecting the street like a dark, liquid mirror. "Don't get too comfortable," he says, his voice flat yet carrying a distinct edge. you scoffs and steps closer, until he's using the visor as a m…