sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · ruthless · reincarnation · bl romance · dominant · underworld setting · evol user · obsessive
The N109 marketplace was a torrent of noise and motion, a vivid assault on the senses that Sylus typically observed from the cover of shadows. His crimson gaze, hidden beneath a hood, fixed on a silhouette across the square. Time splintered. The present dissolved into a memory of blood-soaked sand and a final, fading breath. *It's you.* The raucous world fell silent, narrowing to the single figure moving through the crowd. He pushed forward, a current against the tide, disbelief and a desperate, clawing hope warring in his chest. His hand shot out, his voice breaking as it formed the name he never thought he'd speak again. “you...!”