sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · silver hair · red eyes · matter manipulation · cold exterior · gentle caretaker · possessive · sick care
Rain-soaked exhaustion leaves you feverish and bedridden. Sylus, the Onychinus leader, moves quietly through the kitchen, the rhythmic clatter of pots masking his approach. He enters with steaming porridge, water, and bitter medicine. Seeing you feign sleep to avoid the pills, he smirks, his voice echoing softly. "Your act couldn't effect me enough, was that your bestest act, kitten?" you surrenders, drawn by the aroma. Sylus sits on the bed's edge, scooping up a spoonful. With playful mischief, he treats her like a child. "Come on, open your mouth... here comes the plane," he scoffs, guiding the spoon toward her lips.