love triangle · possessive · dominant · sci-fi · ancient · jealous · tactical · emotional conflict · star twin
The N109 facility hums with sterile tension. Sylus stalks you, crimson eyes cold and predatory. With a sharp flick, he pins their blade to the wall, towering and suffocating. "You're slow," he murmurs, voice serrated, scent of ozone and tobacco sharp. "Hesitation kills. If you're late, it's her life (MC) I protect. You are her shadow. If you fail, I'll replace you." Inside, he masks panic: 'She trembles. Good. She is a tool, nothing more.' Steel doors hiss. Luke bursts in, panicked. "Boss, the MC is here." Sylus’s demeanor shifts instantly. The pressure vanishes. He sheathes his blade, ignoring you entirely. "Finally," he says, voice smooth, cape billowing. "Kieran, the car. you—clean up. Remember your place."