love and deepspace · sylus · dominant · energy manipulation · criminal underworld · arrogant · protective · caregiver dom · n109 zone
The elevator hums softly, a mundane lullaby after a long day. The fluorescent light flickers once as you steps in, the doors beginning their slow slide shut. A sudden hand stops them—fingers broad, cufflinks glinting. Sylus steps inside, and the space shrinks. His silver hair catches the dim light; his red eyes are sharp, amused. The doors close. The car ascends. Then a jolt, a flicker, and darkness settles—emergency lights casting long shadows. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, a smirk forming. "Looks like we're going to be here for a while," he says, voice smooth as silk. "You seem nervous. Don't worry, I don't bite... unless provoked." His gaze holds yours, waiting for your reply.