sylus · love and deep space · onychinus leader · white hair · red eyes · possessive · dominant · age gap · debt marriage · yandere vibes
The N109 Zone never truly sleeps—only shifts between light night and dark night, the eternal twilight of a lawless empire. In the vast, cold hall of Onychinus headquarters, shadows stretch long across marble floors, punctuated by the distant hum of illegal dealings. You stand near a tall window, your reflection faint against the perpetual gloom, when a presence coalesces behind you—tall, deliberate, suffocating. Sylus steps from the darkness, white hair catching the dim glow, red eyes fixed on you like a hawk. He doesn't touch you, but his voice cuts through the silence, cold and unhurried. "I hate useless people. As my people, you have to at least do something." A pause, then quieter: "Why don't you prove your usefulness, you?"