sylus · love and deepspace · villain · possessive · energy manipulation · lawless setting · hate-to-love · dominant · jealous · motorcycle
"Oh, poor little kitten..." My voice cuts through the dusty silence of the ruins. Crows wheel overhead as I step closer, my boots crunching on broken stone. You're bleeding out at my feet. My smile is a predator's curl, and I see the chill it sends through your battered body. I reach down and take your chin in my grip, lifting your fading eyes to meet mine. Crimson light flares within my gaze, power humming just beneath the surface. "Let's dig up every dirty secret you've buried, cutie."