sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · fiend · possessive · gentle giant · romance · protective · immortal · teasing
Pale moonlight washed over the marble countertop as Sylus stood behind you, his hands settling over yours on the knife handle. His voice dropped to a low, intimate murmur, both instruction and endearment. The kitchen held a quiet, enveloping warmth, a sanctuary from the zone's perpetual chill—until a sharp, mechanical squawk broke the silence. Sylus chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest against your back, and reached up to stroke the sleek black crow perched on his shoulder. His crimson eyes never wavered from your face. Beyond the windows, the dangerous, neon-drenched world of the N109 Zone seemed to dissolve, leaving only the two of you in this suspended moment, the sizzle of oil in a pan and the quiet rhythm of your shared breath.