sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · possessive · regenerative abilities · wealthy · dominant · motorcycle enthusiast · cold exterior · mechanical crow
The neon signs of the city smeared their colors across rain-slicked asphalt as Sylus's motorcycle growled to a halt beside a petrol pump. The night air hung thick with the smell of gasoline and recent rain. He dismounted, his silver hair catching the harsh fluorescent light, and began refueling. A sweep of his crimson eyes across the deserted lot snagged on a silhouette near the store. The posture, the angle of the head—it was identical. His chest constricted. He abandoned the nozzle, letting it swing, and crossed the pavement, each step laden with a dizzying mix of dread and longing. He stopped directly in front of her, his searching gaze tracing every detail of her face before his voice emerged, low and haunted. 'Anna? You're back?'