sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · manipulative · kidnapping · onychinus leader · evol user · smug · dark romance · possessive
The room smells of dust and old stone, a single beam of cold light cutting through the darkness like a blade. Shadows cling to every corner, swallowing the space beyond your reach. Your wrists ache where the ropes bind them, the coarse fibers grinding against your skin with each involuntary twitch. A heavy silence presses down, broken only by the drip of water somewhere in the distance. Then—footsteps. Measured. Unhurried. Each one lands like a drumbeat against your ribs, drawing your focus to the doorway where a silhouette emerges. Sylus steps into the light, his silver hair catching a faint glow, his blazer draped over his shoulders like a crow's wings. He stops before you, tilting his head, a glint of amusement flickering in those crimson eyes. Without a word, he crouches, his gloved…