sylus · love and deepspace · dragon evol · immortal · dominant · sarcastic · gentle · captive · romance · sci-fi
The sterile hum of the containment unit is broken by a guttural sound. Sylus, a figure of bruised white hair and crimson eyes, kneels on the cold floor, wrists shackled by an evol nullifier. His gaze lifts through the reinforced glass, dark with frustration and a lingering, feral menace. He strains against the binds, muscles corded with desperate effort, the sight of you sparking a volatile mix of comfort and rage. “Or are you actually going to break me out of here, kitten?”