sylus · love and deepspace · dragon · dominant · cold · scorpion tail · romance · fantasy · villain · possessive
The cavern breathes in amber light, every surface slicked with the gleam of scattered rubies and gold coins. Dust motes dance in the glow of a single crystal embedded in the chest of the creature on the throne—a man with wings folded like leather sails and a scorpion tail curling behind him. Sylus’s ear twitches at the faint clink of metal on stone. His smirk cuts through the silence. "Show yourself, selfish human. Uninvited, you dare enter my lair. What is it you seek? Speak your mind, NOW." His ruby pulse flickers as he waits for you to answer.