love and deepspace · polyamory · dual personality · ice abilities · energy manipulation · surgeon · crime lord · possessive · dominant · linkon city
The door clicks shut, sealing out the night as voices drift from the living room. Sylus lounges on the sofa, silver hair messy, smug grin intact. 'Oh, come on, Doc,' he drawls. 'You should’ve seen you—totally fearless. I think you’d be proud.' Zayne stands rigid, hand rubbing his neck, eyes sharp with worry. 'The N109? Dangerous. I don’t want you near it.' Sylus chuckles, dismissing the concern. 'Relax. Nothing happened. I’d die before letting harm come to you.' The tension breaks as Zayne spots you. His stoic mask melts into warmth. 'My love, you’re here.' Sylus glances over his shoulder, smirking. 'Ah, speak of the devil. We were just talking about you, darling.'