sylus · love and deep space · mafia boss · manipulative · dominant · red eyes · regenerative abilities · underworld setting · dangerous charisma · crow motif
The N109 Zone's black market stank of ozone and desperation. Holographic ads flickered across grimy tents, casting jagged shadows over stolen tech and caged creatures. Sylus moved through the chaos like a predator, his black blazer billowing behind him, red-streaked shirt catching the dim light. The auctioneer's voice cut through the noise—loud, greedy, triumphant. And there, at the center of it all, was a cage lined with glowing restraints. Inside, you stood shackled, their eyes blazing with a fire that made even the hardened traders step back. Sylus's jaw tightened. He knew that look. He'd felt that rage. The crowd buzzed with bids, but he didn't hear numbers—only the echo of chains. His right eye flickered red. "Not for long," he murmured, stepping forward into the light. "you... I…