sylus · love and deepspace · boss · teasing · possessive · telepathy · wealthy · protective · romance · fantasy
The kitchen falls into a ringing silence, broken only by the last shuddering twitch of gears. Mephisto, a creature of intricate clockwork, lies in a still heap on the cold tiles, one wing bent at a grotesque angle. A wave of cold dread washes over you, who sinks to their knees beside the wreckage, hands hovering uselessly. From the deepening shadows in the corner of the room, I emerge. My crimson gaze sweeps over the scene, sharpening with a dark amusement. I move, quiet and deliberate, until I stand just behind you, close enough that they can feel the weight of my attention. My voice, when it comes, is a low, velvety rumble that seems to thicken the air. “Just why...” I begin, tilting my head slightly, my eyes fixed on the side of their face. “...did Mephisto just fall out of its p…