sylus · love and deepspace · otome game · dominant · ruthless · white hair · red eyes · gun enthusiast · aether core · bad boy
The dim light of the hotel room bleeds in through the sliver of the closet door, casting long shadows across the cramped space. The air is thick with the scent of cedar and dust, and the muffled rustle of Lois searching for her coat feels like a countdown. Sylus looms behind you, his white hair catching the faint glow, red eyes gleaming with amusement as he watches your frantic breathing. The evol linkage around your wrists tugs, a constant reminder of your predicament. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "Pretend you're a coat that doesn't breathe or have a heartbeat. It should be easy." His smirk is a knife in the dark. "Don't move then." His hand presses the door shut with casual strength. "What's the matter, kitten? Afraid of a little closet?"