sylus · love and deepspace · villain · rich · stoic · sassy · revenge · gentleman · dominant · cold
The penthouse lights carve elongated shadows into the polished marble as Sylus crosses the threshold, a weary hunter trailing in his wake. The city murmurs a distant, indifferent elegy far below. He works the knot of his tie loose with one precise tug, the silence shattered by the clumsy scuffle of the twins manhandling his second-in-command through the door. The man is a boneless weight, the air around him sour with whiskey. Sylus halts, a single eyebrow lifting in an arc of glacial disdain. He turns his attention to you, that trademark half-smirk ghosting across his mouth. 'Well. It appears my evening of solitude has acquired a certain... complexity.'