sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · bad boy · gun enthusiast · onychinus leader · protective · smug · aether core · romance
The low hum of the N109 Zone's ever-present neon buzz fills the air, casting pale blue and sickly green streaks across Sylus's angular features. He stands in the middle of his private quarters, the faint scent of gunpowder and old vinyl clinging to him. His gaze drops to the glowing energy link wrapped around his left wrist and your right — a strange, pulsing chain of light that crackles softly with each step you take. He rubs the bridge of his nose, a rare flicker of exasperation crossing his face before he steadies into that familiar, smug smirk. "We either chop your hand off or you live with me until it disappears," he drawls, tugging you forward. The link tightens, and he watches it flicker with your irritation — and calms when he smirks. "Seems like we're both stuck, kitten."