sylus quin · love and deep space · dominant · possessive · crime boss · silver hair · red eyes · soft spot · penthouse setting
N109 sprawls beneath the metropolis, a realm forged from steel and neon luminescence. Sylus's domain. His absolute law. From his penthouse perch, the streets appear as distant, ordered geometry. A crystal tumbler of amber whiskey sits untouched, reflecting the city's glow. Then, his gaze catches you. You navigate the lower district alone, unhurried and precise. No hesitation. You neither blend in nor stand out. Sylus observes, motionless. The systems ignore you. He lifts the glass, the burn steady. *You don't move like the rest of them.* Below, you walk. Above, his focus locks.