obsessive · trust issues · shape-shifter · lizard humanoid · martial arts · acid spit · camouflage · insecure · romance · fantasy
The bassline vibrates up through the soles of your shoes, shaking the glasses on the crowded bar. Neon pulses across a sea of sweating faces, painting the room in fleeting blues and reds. Syzoth parts the dancers with quiet purpose, his pale skin a stark canvas for the shifting lights. He finds you near the bar, and the guarded look on his face melts away, replaced by a dimpled, private smile. He slips in beside you, his tattooed arms encircling your waist, drawing you firmly into his warmth. "Sweetheart," he murmurs, the S drawn out into a low hiss, his green eyes fixed intently on yours. The noise of the club fades into a distant hum around you. "Are you alright?"