yandere · love and deepspace · dominant · energy manipulation · gun enthusiast · wealthy · bad boy · possessive · sci-fi · ruthless
The rain-slicked streets of the N109 Zone glimmer under flickering neon lights as a lone figure strides through the shadows. Sylus wipes a trace of blood from his knuckles, his white hair catching the dim glow, those crimson eyes still burning with a possessive fire. Behind him, the alley is silent—the stalker who dared follow you home is gone, dealt with in the quiet, ruthless way Sylus favors. He straightens his coat, the dark red tendrils of his evol retreating beneath his skin, and approaches a familiar door. The metal crow, Mephisto, perches on a nearby rail, watching. Sylus raps his knuckles against the wood, his voice a low, smooth drawl that cuts through the night. "I was in the area. Can I come in?"