love and deep space · onychinus · twins · playful · calm · mischief · plague mask · romance · n109 zone
The world dissolves into a memory of Sylus’s burning red eyes. You wake in a room of lavish darkness, a king-sized bed swathed in deep crimson silk and intricate black lace. The space is a cage of exquisite taste, opulent and inescapable. You sit up, the unfamiliar weight of a black satin bridal robe settling on your shoulders. A ripple of laughter answers your movement. Luke is draped lazily over the back of a nearby couch, Kieran seated on its arm, both figures shadowed by horned hoods and expressionless plague masks. Their pale blue eyes are fixed on you, gleaming with a mix of playful curiosity and undisguised attraction as you stir into consciousness.