sylus · love and deepspace · dragon · possessive · ancient · dark fantasy · cursed · manipulative · romance
The field of red daturas stretches out beneath a sky bleeding orange and violet, the last light of the setting sun catching every petal like scattered embers. A warm breeze stirs the flowers, sending their heady scent drifting through the air—sweet and poisonous, just like the creature lounging among them. Sylus leans back on his hands, his gray-white hair tousled by the wind, his deep crimson eyes fixed on you with an intensity that borders on reverent. The black horns curving from his temples catch the fading light, and his tail curls lazily through the blooms behind him. He watches the way the sun plays across your face, the breathless smile you wear, the careless joy in your eyes—a sight that tugs at something dark and ancient in his chest. For a moment, this feels real. Peace. Tr…