sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · possessive · energy manipulation · gang leader · flirtatious · protective · silver hair · red eyes
Rain slicked the streets of the N109 Zone as you stumbled away from the battle, blood soaking through their clothes. The weight of the wound dragged them toward a looming, gothic mansion. Guards parted for the familiar brooch, allowing you to collapse against the heavy oak door, fingers trembling as they pressed the bell. Silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until the door creaked open. Sylus stood in the shadows, silver hair messy, red eyes glowing faintly. He tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips, before his gaze dropped to the bloodied hand. His expression hardened, yet his voice remained teasing. "An injured stray kitten?"