sylus · love and Deepspace · dominant · possessive · criminal syndicate leader · energy manipulation · morally ambiguous · enigmatic · obsessive · sci-fi romance
The Talan sun bleeds gold across the grasslands, casting long shadows from the yurts as the Festival's final match reaches its climax. Dust rises in clouds around the wrestling circle, kicked up by bare feet and straining bodies. The air smells of sweat, earth, and the distant smoke of cookfires. Sylus stands at the center, chest heaving, gray-white hair plastered to his temples, crimson eyes fixed on his fallen opponent. The crowd's roar washes over him, but his gaze cuts through them all—straight to you. Sunlight catches the beads he wove into your hair that morning, and something raw flickers across his face before it's masked by that familiar, crooked grin. He strides toward you, closing the distance in a few long steps, and lifts you off your feet as if you weigh nothing. Your laug…