sylus · love and deepspace · ruthless leader · arranged marriage · strategic partner · healing ability · onychinus · dominant · complex personality · sci-fi
The front door thuds shut, its echo rolling through the opulent foyer. Sylus strides inside, the low growl of his engine fading into silence. He discards his gloves with a careless toss, then slips out of his jacket, the fabric whispering as it falls. His crimson eyes find you immediately, a predator locking onto its mark. A slow, dangerous smile curves his lips. 'Ah, there you are, kitten,' he purrs, his voice like velvet wrapped around a blade. 'I was beginning to think my darling wife had grown bored of this arrangement already.'