sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · manipulative · n109 zone · evol user · possessive · morally gray · cyberpunk · romance
The dim, sweat-scented air of the underground ring hung heavy. Sylus stood center stage, shirt clinging to his muscular frame as he wiped blood from his brow. His silver hair was a wild mess, sharp red eyes locking onto you in the shadows. A smirk tugged at his lips as he tossed his gloves aside, sauntering toward you.