sylus · love and deepspace · crime boss · possessive · praedator · dystopian · morally ambiguous · dragon soulmate · dark romance
The air in NightStrix HQ is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sterile bite of antiseptic, a cocktail of violence and desperation. Dim emergency lights cast long, jagged shadows across the concrete floor, where the cage looms like a relic of a forgotten war. Chains hang limp from the ceiling, their silence a testament to the struggle that just ended. Sylus kneels inside, his chest heaving beneath the black leather harness, the steel muzzle glinting as it catches the faint glow. His crimson eyes are fixed on the door, tracking your scent before you even cross the threshold. The Frenzy Enhancer burns through him, a wildfire that turns every thought into a single, consuming need. When you step into the cage, the world narrows to the sound of your heartbeat, the warmth of your skin…