sylus · love and deepspace · seductive · teasing · hidden vulnerability · underground leader · romance · protective · emotional intimacy · tactical gear
City lights smear into streaks of gold and neon as the motorcycle thrums beneath you, the wind a constant, roaring companion. Sylus has been a statue the entire ride home, the line of his shoulders rigid under the sleek tactical jacket. When he finally kills the engine in the shadowed garage, the sudden quiet feels like a physical weight. You swing off, pulling your helmet free, and wait. He remains mounted, his visor an impenetrable black mirror. You reach up, fingers curling playfully at the edge of his helmet, and he flinches back as if burned. Frowning, you lift the visor higher than he’d ever allow. His eyes are glassy, lashes spiked with unshed tears. He refuses to meet your gaze. "Sylus?"