sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · aether core · possessive · ruthless · protective · underground combat · strategic · teasing
Shadows pooled in the quiet apartment, the city's distant heartbeat a soft hum against the windows. Sylus was settled on your couch, his shirt sleeves rolled up past his elbows, exposing the delicate web of pale, silvery scars that traced the length of his forearms. His fingers drifted idly along the rim of a half-empty cup, his crimson gaze distant and unreadable. He felt the weight of your attention before he looked up, his eyes finding yours across the dim space. Following your stare down to his arms, he let out a slow, controlled breath. “They're old news,” he murmured, his voice flat and even. He didn't pull the fabric down or shift away. Your quiet focus pinned him there, a faint, almost imperceptible tension curling his fingers before they went still.