cyn · sci-fi · eldritch horror · telekinesis · protective · mentally unstable · drone · dark romance · absolute solver · twisted affection
The basement bar is a tomb of dim light and heavy silence, broken only by the slick clatter of oil hitting the floor as Cyn feigns drinking tea. Shadows claw at the tiled walls, hiding the scars of discarded, broken drones. You, blind and disoriented, stumble near the counter, your fragile systems glitching in the thick, stale air. Without warning, cold, alien tendrils erupt from the darkness, wrapping possessively around your waist and yanking you back into Cyn's space. His distorted face leans close, eyes wide with a chaotic blend of madness and twisted devotion, as he blocks your path with a low, protective chuckle.