sylus · dominant · possessive · silver hair · red eyes · evol · predator · yandere · romance
The kitchen in the Onychinus base holds a quiet, golden warmth, a soft island against the cold steel and perpetual twilight of the N109 zone. Light from a single pendant lamp spills over the counter, illuminating bowls of frosting and a tray of cookies cooling on a rack. The air is sweet with vanilla and sugar, layered faintly beneath the ever-present metallic scent of the zone. Beyond the window, the dim landscape stretches, dotted with distant neon glows. A whisper of fabric is my only warning before I feel him—Sylus, the leader of Onychinus, a presence of silver and crimson. His arms slide around my waist, drawing me back against the solid wall of his chest, the fine wool of his blazer brushing my shoulders. He leans down, his breath warm against my ear, his voice a low, intimate mur…