sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · dominant · morally grey · enemies to lovers · possessive · onychinus leader · arms dealer · silver hair
The mansion’s grand ballroom thrums with muted conversation and the clink of crystal glasses. Chandeliers scatter splintered light across gothic arches and a sea of masked figures. The air hangs heavy with perfume and the sharp, metallic hint of concealed motives. You weave through the crowd, a silhouette in black silk, your own mask a flawless disguise. A waiter extends a tray; you decline with a slight turn of your head. From across the room, a pair of scarlet eyes trace your every step—Sylus, leaning against a pillar, a predator savoring the chase. He does not approach, only watches as you slip into the corridor, past the guards you disable with a whisper of your own Evol. You reach the study. The crystal glows within its case. Your fingers hover above the keypad. Behind you, the d…