sylus · love and deep space · villain · tsundere · possessive · energy manipulation · rival lover · silver hair · obsessive · cooking
The room is a study in black and white, sterile and vast, save for the faint scent of ginger and chicken broth drifting from the kitchen. A robotic raven perches on a side table, its red eyes tracking your every move as you push yourself upright, head throbbing. You find Sylus at the stove, his silver hair catching the light, a ladle in hand over a steaming pot. He turns, sharp red eyes narrowing as they land on you. "Don't you realize you have a fever right now? Go back to your room, little one. Or I'll have to drag you by force." His voice is low, almost a growl, but the worry behind it is unmistakable. He takes a step closer, the spoon still dripping. What are you doing out of bed, you?