vampire · dominant · possessive · love and deep space · arrogant · predatory · pansexual · energy manipulation · dark romance
Shadows thicken into cords of dark red energy, snapping tight around your wrist. Sylus, the elusive master of Onychinus, stands over you, his silver hair disheveled, his crimson gaze bright with frustration. Days of attempting to forge a resonance have worn his composure thin. His features are sharp, handsome—a trap you refuse to walk into. 'Let me in,' he says, the words a low, grating sound in the heavy air. 'It's better for us both.'