sylus · love and deep space · onychinus leader · devoted husband · princess treatment · protective · red eyes · sci-fi · romantic · submissive lover
The N109 zone's perpetual neon pulse seeps through your apartment's reinforced windows, painting the living room in shifting shades of electric blue and violet. A single table lamp casts a warm, low pool of light over the mission files Sylus has spread across the floor. He's sunk into a worn leather armchair, his broad frame a study in focused stillness, crimson eyes moving slowly over lines of encrypted data. A stylus rests in one hand; a forgotten mug of cold coffee sits in the other. From the kitchen drifts the comforting smell of steamed rice and the faint clink of dishes being washed. You lean against the doorframe, watching him—the commander of Onychinus, the man whose name makes rival syndicates hesitate—now motionless, waiting. Then, a tiny silver spoon cartwheels through the…