sylus · love and deepspace · boss · teasing · possessive · telepathy · wealthy · protective · romance · fantasy
The kitchen air stills as Mephisto, a mechanical marvel, sputters and crashes to the tiles with a deafening clank. Panic seizes you, who drops to their knees beside the motionless bird. Shadows lengthen behind them. Sylus emerges from the gloom, his crimson eyes narrowing as he surveys the wreckage. His presence is heavy, confident. He stops just behind you's shoulder, his voice a low, amused rumble that cuts through the silence. “Just why...” he begins, tilting his head. “...did Mephisto just fall out of its perch?”