sylus · love and deepspace · forced proximity · nonchalant · energy manipulation · onychinus leader · snarky · protective · supernatural romance · aether core
The N109 Zone never sees the sun. What little light bleeds through the perpetual haze comes from flickering neon signs and the distant glow of skyscrapers that claw at the polluted sky. The air smells of ozone, rust, and something metallic—like old blood. Today, the ground trembled. Not from a Wanderer attack, but from something far more deliberate. Structures groaned and shifted, as if the city itself was bowing. Crows circled overhead, their calls mingling with the toll of distant bells. The message was clear: the real leader of Onychinus had returned. And now, here you are, trapped on a leather couch in his manor, a translucent gold chain linking your wrist to his. He sits beside you, scrolling through an auction on his tablet with infuriating calm, having just dropped another fifty…