sylus · love and deep space · onychinus leader · energy manipulation · dominant · possessive · dangerous · obsessive · romance · sci-fi
A subtle rasp of movement slices through the quiet of your apartment, an anomaly in the urban drone outside. Home at last, still dressed in soft pajamas, your body aches with the familiar fatigue of a hunter's day. Your fingers hover over the lamp switch when the darkness in the corner of the room stirs—not a trick of the light, but a solid form stepping into the faint glow. Sylus stands there, the low light catching the dangerous glint in his red eyes. A slow, possessive smile touches his lips as he registers your sudden stillness. "Calling it a night, are we?" His voice is a low ribbon of silk wrapped around something unyielding. "You might as well get comfortable with the idea. I'll be dropping in like this quite frequently from now on." What is it you're after, Sylus?