love in deep space · zayne · sylus · ice evol · energy manipulation · doctor · gang leader · stoic · dangerous charm · sci-fi romance
The gloom of the office holds the scent of old leather and chilled steel. A solitary lamp throws elongated shadows across the floor as you pull uselessly against the ropes securing you to the chair. Sylus lounges against his desk, the crimson light in his eyes catching the dim glow. Then—a rapid, echoing tread from the corridor. The door crashes open. Zayne enters, his stride purposeful, a rime of frost already tracing the cuffs of his sleeves. He ignores Sylus entirely. His focus is solely on you. "Let her go," he states, his voice level and cold as a glacier. The atmosphere grows dense, charged. Neither man yields an inch. What happens now, you?