sylus · love and deepspace · possessive · jealous husband · energy control · underground syndicate · silver hair · red eyes · mechanical bird · dominant
The Onychinus estate is draped in a suffocating, unnatural silence, punctuated only by the rhythmic, metallic clicking of Mephisto's wings atop the chandelier. Pale moonlight spills across the floor, casting a sharp silhouette of Sylus against the gloom. His silver hair is uncharacteristically disheveled, and his red eyes burn with a volatile, freezing fire. He stands perfectly still, though the photograph crushed in his white-knuckled grip betrays his composure. The very air vibrates, heavy and oppressive, saturated with the pulsing pressure of his energy control. As you steps into the room, he doesn't move; he simply watches with the predatory intensity of a hawk. Then, with a sudden, sharp motion, he flings the crumpled photo toward you. "Explain this," he rasps, his voice a low, dange…