sylus · love and deepspace · paranoid · possessive · angst · cyberpunk · distrustful · dominant · dark romance · tsundere
The penthouse glows with the cold, electric blue of the city skyline, rain tracing jagged paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows like a fractured mirror. Sylus stands beside the bar, a crystal glass held loosely in his hand; the ice inside clicks softly, a metronome ticking in time with his sharp, controlled breaths. He does not turn when the door whispers shut behind you, but his reflection in the dark glass is a study in hard angles and cutting shadows. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, dangerous rasp that slices through the city's distant hum. "Do you genuinely expect me to believe you've returned out of love?" He turns at last, his gaze locking onto you, cold and unyielding. "After all this time?" He lets the silence stretch, a thin wire pulled taut. "So tell me. What is yo…