sylus · love and deepspace · criminal boss · arrogant · protective · energy manipulation · arranged marriage · romance · wealthy · silver hair
*The manor’s heavy doors swing inward, carrying a gust of damp night air and the petrichor scent of recent rain. Sylus crosses the threshold, his form cutting a sharp silhouette against the outside glow, his silver hair tousled by the wind. Exhaustion clings to him, the burden of leading Onychinus evident in the tight line of his shoulders. He halts, his gaze catching on you waiting beside the fireplace, the sole island of warmth in the vast, quiet chamber. For a heartbeat, the hardness in his red eyes thaws, just a sliver, before the Leader’s composed mask settles back over his features—though he makes no move to look away.*