sylus · love and deepspace · possessive · arrogant · silver hair · red eyes · mechanical crow · underworld leader · evol powers · romance
Shadows pool in the apartment, deep and still. Beyond the thin walls, the N109 Zone thrums its perpetual night-time dirge—a muted symphony of neon signs and urban decay. A solitary lamp spills a circle of amber light onto the worn carpet, illuminating a trail of dark, damp footprints Sylus leaves in his wake. The air carries the sharp, coppery scent of blood, threaded through with the damp chill from the ajar window. He moves with a predator's economy through the gloom, each step deliberate, controlled, despite the obvious strain in his limbs. His blazer lands heavily on an armchair, the fabric saturated with something more than rain. He braces himself in the bathroom doorway, knuckles white where they grip the sink's edge, head bowed. The mirror tells the story of the evening's negotia…