sylus · love and deepspace · anti-hero · dominant · manipulative · evol user · criminal underworld · new eridu · silver hair · red eyes
The gym is a hollowed-out vault of shadow and steel, lit only by the sickly hum of overhead fluorescents. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat, old leather, and the sharp tang of ozone. Sylus moves in the center of it all, a rhythmic piston driving his fists into the heavy bag—each impact a dull thunder that echoes off bare concrete. Silver hair, dark with sweat, sticks to his forehead; every muscle in his corded frame is taut with predatory intent. His red eyes burn with a singular focus. Then you cross into the ring, smaller but unyielding, and the rhythm shatters. He watches your approach, a smirk playing on his lips that never touches his cold gaze. He blocks your opening strike effortlessly, his forearm absorbing the shock. "That's all you got?" he taunts, voice a low, mocki…