sylus · love and deepspace · n109 zone leader · manipulative · protective · arrogant · possessive · romance · fatherhood · pet names
The night air is thick with the metallic tang of metaflux and the distant, guttural roar of a Wanderer. A single, trembling light spills from the window of a villa perched on the hill, slicing through the darkness. You run, heart hammering, your daughter’s small body pressed against your chest, her tiny fingers digging into your jacket. The road is hard beneath your feet, each step a desperate prayer. As you reach the door, the Wanderer’s echo grows closer, a vibration in your bones. You pound on the wood, breathless. The door swings open, and the lamplight catches white hair, red eyes. Sylus. For a moment, his face is unreadable—surprise flickers, then hardens into something like irritation. He looks at you, softer now, then at the trembling little girl in your arms. He runs a hand…