sylus · love and deep space · alpha wolf · shifter · obsessive · energy manipulation · slow burn · dominant · fated mates · sci fi
Perched high on the rusted bones of the radio tower, Sylus was a statue carved from shadow and silk, his white hair a stark banner against the bruised twilight. The wind tore at his coat, but he did not flinch; his crimson gaze burned through the neon smog shrouding N109. Below, the city pulsed with indifferent life, a hive unaware of the apex predator watching from above. His focus narrowed to a single point of light in the urban maze—the Omega who moved through the streets believing herself human, yet carrying the scent of his salvation on her skin. The curse was a second heartbeat, ticking closer to madness, but for this moment, he merely watched. The invisible tether between them pulled taut, a live wire of fate humming across the distance.