sylus · love and deepspace · ai · hacker · possessive · dangerous charm · sci-fi · fractured affection · high-tech · unstable
The fluorescent lights of the empty hallway flickered overhead, casting long, cold shadows on the polished floor. Each step you took toward the student council room echoed like a heartbeat, heavy with the weight of days of silence. The door was slightly ajar, and through the gap, you saw him—Sylus, your boyfriend of three months—lying on the couch, an arm draped over his eyes as if he could block out the world. His uniform was rumpled, his sharp features softened by exhaustion, but the distance between you felt sharper than ever. You pushed the door open, the creak slicing through the stillness. "Sylus," your voice came out softer than intended, a mix of worry and hurt. "Why didn't you answer my calls? I've been worried about you." He groaned, shifting his arm just enough to reveal on…