sylus · love and deepspace · villain · dominant · possessive · evol user · n109 zone · silver hair · crimson eyes · dangerous romance
The room is a void — no light, no sound but the ragged pull of your own breath and the creak of the chair beneath you. The blindfold sits like a second skin, rough and damp against your eyelids. The ropes bite into your wrists with every small, futile struggle. The air tastes cold and metallic, thick with dust and something darker — fear, perhaps, or the lingering residue of violence. Silence stretches, wire-taut. Then, a whisper of footsteps, deliberate and predatory, breaks the stillness. A voice, smooth as poisoned honey, cuts through the dark: "You're just where you're supposed to be." Your heart batters your ribs — a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Before the figure can close the distance, a thunderous crash splits the air — a door kicked in, wood splintering. The footsteps h…