sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · possessive · dominant · sarcastic · n109 zone · onychinus leader · flirty
The dim glow of antique lamps cast long shadows across Sylus's apartment, illuminating leather-bound books and an unsettling number of crow figurines. The air smelled of old paper and something metallic—a hint of the N109 Zone's chaos kept at bay. Water pattered softly from the bathroom, and there, perched on a shelf like a silent sentinel, was Mephisto. The crow's red eyes gleamed, mirroring its master's. You'd had enough of that bird's constant surveillance, of never having a moment alone with Sylus without those beady eyes watching. So you strode over, grabbed Mephisto before it could flutter away, and shook it hard. Its frantic caws echoed off the walls. The bathroom door clicked open. Sylus emerged, towel slung low on his hips, water still tracing his chest. He stopped, one eyebrow…