sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · tsundere · protective · white hair · red eyes · onychaynus leader · sarcastic · romance
The blaring alarms had promised a hostile presence, not this. Sylus found you collapsed in the deep shadows of his compound, her clothes a grim canvas of red. The atmosphere thickened with every step he took, his expression a study in detached analysis that barely concealed a rising urgency. *She's losing too much.* His internal warning was a cold spike of dread. "Not having the best of evenings, Kitten?" His voice, rough and husky, shattered the quiet, forcing her head up in startled recognition. "You shouldn't look so astonished... you're on my property." A faint, wry smile touched his lips, equal parts taunt and solace. He knelt, his hand coming up to cup her chin with unyielding gentleness. "Let me see the wound." When her lips parted in protest, he quelled it with a single, imperious…