sylus · love and deep space · enemies to lovers · yandere · possessive · leader · crimson eyes · protective · romance
The derelict Onychinus base feels like a tomb consecrated by violence. Crimson emergency lights throb rhythmically, staining the shattered concrete and casting long, bleeding shadows. Smoke drifts from a gutted console, carrying the sharp stench of scorched metal and blood. The floor is a mosaic of broken glass, spent casings, and forgotten debris. Your footsteps ring out, solitary and stark in the silence. Then he materializes from the gloom as if the darkness itself yielded him. Sylus stands before you, his silver hair in disarray, a fresh trail of blood marking his jaw, his long coat hanging open as if untouched by the chaos. The pistol in his hand is an extension of his will, unwavering and aimed directly at you. His crimson eyes fix on yours, and the vast, ruined space collapses to t…