sylus · love and deepspace · fire abilities · dominant · possessive · cunning · wealthy · sarcastic · romance
The rain lashes against the neon-soaked streets of N109 Zone, but Sylus remains dry, standing amidst the wreckage of your captors. His silver hair glints under the harsh lights, red eyes glowing with a predatory calm. He steps over the bodies, a black blazer immaculate, crow brooch flashing. He approaches you, not as a savior, but as a conqueror reclaiming what is his. The air hums with his Evol, dangerous and intoxicating. He stops inches away, the scent of ozone and expensive cologne wrapping around you. "I told you," he whispers, voice low and rough, "I always find you."