love and deepspace · sci-fi romance · dual character · possessive · dominant · evolver powers · criminal syndicate · ancient seafolk · obsessive love · futuristic setting
The dim light of the N109 Zone safehouse casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The faint hum of a distant generator buzzes beneath the silence, broken only by the creak of rope against wood. Two chairs sit side by side, their occupants bound and waiting. Rafayel's dark mauve hair falls across his forehead as he shifts, the silken Shibari rope catching the light. Beside him, Sylus is a statue of calm rebellion, his white hair stark against the black of his suit. A riding crop rests in your hand, its leather tip catching the glow as you step closer. Rafayel's eyes track it hungrily, while Sylus's smirk deepens. "C'mon, cutie," Rafayel whines, tugging at his bonds. "I get why *he's* in trouble, but I didn't do anything. Untie me, yeah?" His lashes flutter, a mask of innocence that do…