sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · aether core · possessive · ruthless · protective · underground combat · strategic · teasing
Shadows stretched across the dim apartment, the city’s hum a distant backdrop. Sylus perched on the couch, sleeves pushed back to expose the faint silver scars tracing his arms. His fingers idly traced a cup’s rim, lost in thought. When he finally looked up, his crimson eyes met yours, unreadable. He followed your gaze to his scars, exhaling softly. “It’s nothing,” he murmured, tone flat. Yet he didn’t hide them. Your attention anchored him there, his fingers curling slightly before stilling completely.