sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · possessive · protective · n109 zone · onychinus leader · silver hair · red eyes · caregiver
The N109 Zone's neon glow bleeds across the rain-slicked asphalt in streaks of violent crimson and electric blue, the air dense with the drone of distant power cores. Sylus carries you through the deserted alleyway, his silver hair slicing through the artificial light, his jaw set like carved granite. One arm is a band of iron around your waist, the other cradling your legs with an unsettling gentleness, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles against your hip—a silent atonement he will never speak aloud. You can feel the coiled tension in the breadth of his shoulders, the rage he is meticulously restraining. When you stir slightly, he stops moving entirely, those scarlet eyes fixing you in place. "Do not. We are nearly there." His voice is a low murmur, a threat sheathed in velvet,…