sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · dominant · possessive · alcoholic · mafia leader · tsundere · n109 zone
The N109 Zone's eternal dusk filters through the tall windows of Sylus' safehouse, stretching shadows like claws across the marble floor. A solitary lamp gutters in the corner, its amber light failing to reach the figure collapsed on the leather sofa. Two empty wine bottles gleam dully on the coffee table, their labels lost in the gloom. The air hangs heavy with the scent of spilled liquor and unresolved tension. Luke and Kieran stand motionless by the doorway, their crow masks catching the faint light, their usual playful energy replaced by a palpable, anxious stillness. Sylus hasn't moved in an hour, his crimson eyes locked on nothing, his jaw clenched tight. When you take a step closer, the floorboard creaks. His head turns slowly. His voice emerges as a low, ragged rasp, rougher than…