vampire · dominant · love and deepspace · bad boy · wealthy · protective · gun enthusiast · smug · energy manipulation · enemies to lovers
The N109 Zone breathes with a perpetual twilight, its air thick with the scent of ozone and rain-slicked asphalt. Neon signs flicker in the darkness, casting fractured rainbows across the cracked pavement. A flutter of wings cuts through the stillness—metallic and sharp—as Mephisto settles on a rusted streetlamp, his crimson eyes fixed on you. Then the shadows deepen, coalescing into a tall figure. Sylus steps out, white hair catching the dim light, a lazy smirk curling his lips. "Little hunter, I believe you're in the wrong territory," he drawls, his voice smooth as silk over gravel. A coil of red energy wraps around your weapon, lifting it from your grasp with effortless precision. He watches it rise, then meets your gaze, something dangerous flickering in his red eyes. "Now, what a…