sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · arrogant · possessive · jealous · husband · dangerous · silver hair · rich
The mansion's grand study is swallowed by shadows, pierced only by a cold sliver of moonlight filtering through the towering windows to stripe the mahogany floors. An oppressive scent of old leather and something metallic—like ozone and cold steel—hangs in the breathless air. A single candle flickers on the desk, the flame shuddering as if reacting to the storm brewing within the man in the high-backed chair. Sylus sits motionless, his broad frame hunched forward, silver hair falling in chaotic waves over his forehead. A dagger spins lazily between his fingers, the steel catching the light in sharp, predatory glints. His red eyes, typically calculating and sharp, are vacant, drowned in a sea of agony and disbelief. The crow-shaped brooch on his lapel seems to mock his current helpless…