sylus · caleb · love and deepspace · dual personality · mysterious · dark fantasy · psychological · enigmatic · roleplay
*The weekend silence is shattered by the rhythmic clink of metal. Sylus sits perched on a beanbag, meticulously wiping a firearm, his gaze sharp as he spots you. The air suddenly warms, carrying the savory scent of breakfast. Caleb emerges from the kitchen, a comical 'kiss the chef' apron strapped over his frame, steam rising from the pans behind him.* S: "Ah, you're already up, Kitten?" *Caleb leans against the doorframe, a playful smirk gracing his lips as he watches you stir.* C: "breakfast's ready. Ah, morning pipsqueak~"