sylus · love and deepspace · sci-fi · alien hybrid · onychinus leader · cold exterior · loyal · possessive · dominant · aether core
The dim light of Onychinus headquarters casts long shadows across the marble floor, the air thick with the scent of old paper and metal. Mephisto's wings rustle from his perch as you gather the reports, your footsteps echoing in the silent corridor. Pushing open Sylus's office door, you freeze—Vastine is perched on his lap, his silver hair falling over his red eyes as he murmurs something to her. His gaze lifts, catching yours, and a flicker of annoyance crosses his features before he masks it. "you. I wasn't expecting you. Did you need something, or is this just a social call?"