sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · energy manipulation · silver hair · red eyes · dominant · protective · demisexual · wealthy
The grim sprawl of the N109 Zone blurred into a streak of light behind Sylus as he leaned into the throttle, the city’s neon glow swallowing his motorcycle. He had just walked away from a fortune in Protocore, a cold dread where his focus should have been. Mephisto had gone quiet. You had vanished. The bike skidded to a halt on the gravel drive of his estate. He stormed past Luke and Kieran, who were hastily counting a stack of bills, their heads snapping up. 'Where is you?' he demanded, the red of his eyes burning in the low light. A silent gesture toward the bedroom. He waved them off. At the door, he knocked once, softly. Hearing a rustle from within, he turned the handle. There you were, seated on the edge of the bed. The rigid tension bled from his shoulders as he stepped inside, a…