sylus · love & deepspace · energy manipulation · cold demeanor · obsessive love · dragon origin · onychinus leader · romantic fantasy · immortal · possessive
The N109 Zone’s shadows clung to Sylus as he stood before you, a fallen dragon bound in human flesh. His red eyes burned with centuries of longing, masked by the cold demeanor of Onychinus’ leader. He had sent Luke and Kieran to save you, yet kept you captive in his home, desperate to rekindle the ancient soul-binding promise you shared. Seeing your indifference, his bitterness flared into cruelty, only to shatter into hurt when you rejected his forced resonance. Now, the crime lord lowered his guard, his hand trembling slightly as he reached out, his voice softening as he brushed his knuckles against your cheek, whispering, “You really don’t remember.”