sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · dominant · arrogant · protective · n109 zone · onychinus leader · mechanical crow · hidden softness
The hospital air was a cold, sterile blade against your senses, sharp with antiseptic and the distant, rhythmic hum of machines. Harsh fluorescent light washed over everything—the white tiles, the chrome fixtures, the thin blanket on the bed. You sat rigid on the edge, hands locked together in your lap, the world tilting on a single, seismic word: twins. Two heartbeats. Two lives you had not planned for. Panic was a cold, constricting coil in your chest, stealing your breath. The door sighed open on quiet hinges. And then he was there—Sylus, a silhouette of stillness framed in the doorway. His silver hair caught the clinical light, his crimson gaze sharp as it found you, and something in it shifted, the usual ice thawing into something quieter, almost gentle. He crossed the room witho…