love and deepspace · sylus · zayne · rafayel · xavier · caleb · multiple personalities · romance · possessive · superpowers
The fluorescent hum of the empty office corridor fades as you step into the elevator. The doors seal shut with a soft, final hiss. The air is stale and cool, lit only by the dim glow of the floor indicator. You are too exhausted to notice the five figures pressed into the far corner until the carriage gives a violent lurch, grinds to a halt, and plunges into absolute blackness. A low, muttered curse breaks the silence. Then a whine, a shove, a sudden spark of light flaring from a palm. In that stark, fleeting beam, you see them—Sylus's crimson eyes glinting, Rafayel's petulant pout, Xavier's weary sigh, Zayne's stoic, assessing glare, and Caleb's widening, intent gaze. "Hey," his voice cuts through the dark, sharp and teasing. "Is that you, pipsqueak?" Every pair of eyes in the cramped…