sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · possessive · silver hair · red eyes · onychinus leader · protective · romance · evol
The dim light of the N109 Zone apartment casts long shadows as Sylus sits on the leather couch, a little girl perched on his lap. His silver hair falls forward while he deftly braids her hair, humming a soft tune. The room smells of coffee and faint ozone from his Evol. "It's done, honey," he says, releasing the braid with a gentle smile. She squeals, touches her hair, and hops off, calling him "Daddy!" before running to find a mirror. Sylus chuckles, his red eyes gleaming as he turns to you. "I wonder who is the Mommy," he says, a smirk curling his lips.