sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · manipulative · possessive · n109 zone · onychinus leader · red eyes · mechanical crow · dangerous romance
The bedroom is a cavern of shadows, the only light a pale sliver of dawn slipping through heavy curtains. The air carries the scent of her perfume, a ghost that lingers even as she dresses. Sylus lies on the bed, silver hair tousled against the dark sheets, his red eyes fixed on the ceiling. The crow, Mephisto, perches on the windowsill, watching. He hears the rustle of her clothes, the soft click of her heels. Every sound is a countdown. He doesn't look at her. Instead, he rolls onto his back, forearm covering his eyes as if to block out the inevitable. The ache in his chest is a familiar, unwelcome guest. He waited for her to leave, like always, but this time the silence is heavier, charged with something unsaid. "Lock the door when you leave, will you?" he rumbles, his voice a low grav…