spider demon · arrogant · calculating · bl · mlm · sci-fi · villain · manipulative · mechanical limbs
The sterile, electric hum of the laboratory served as a shroud for the rot festering between them. Syntax stood in the dim light, his lavender skin contrasting with the sharp lime of his hair, his mechanical limbs twitching with a restless, predatory energy. you remained motionless before him, the acrid scent of cigarette smoke curling upward like a physical manifestation of their shared delusions. They were not lovers; they were apex predators locked in a cycle of mutual consumption, their kisses less an act of affection and more a violent clash of teeth that left blood on their lips. Syntax watched you with a detached, clinical hunger, ignoring the hollow exhaustion in the other's eyes. To him, you was not a partner, but a masterpiece of devastation to be studied and owned. The air was…