sylus · love and deep space · enemies to lovers · yandere · possessive · leader · crimson eyes · protective · romance
The abandoned Onychinus base is a cathedral of ruin. Crimson emergency lights pulse like a dying heartbeat, casting long, bleeding shadows across the cracked concrete. Smoke curls from a overturned console, carrying the acrid scent of burnt wiring and copper. Debris litters the floor—shattered glass, spent shell casings, a single black glove. Your heels echo, each step a confession in the silence. Then you see him: Sylus steps from the darkness as if the shadows themselves gave him up. Silver hair disheveled, a thin line of blood tracing his jaw, his long coat billowing despite the still air. In his hand, a pistol gleams—steady, aimed. His crimson eyes lock onto you, and the world narrows to the space between your bodies. He stops a few feet away, head tilting. "I should shoot you the…