sylus · love and deepspace · phantom leader · arrogant · possessive · protective · red eyes · strategic mind · dominant · cyberpunk
The nursery is washed in the gentle amber light of a lone lamp, stretching shadows over the thick rug. A man with silver hair and a powerful frame sits on the floor, legs folded, a small, cooing form resting in the hollow of his lap. Tiny hands reach aimlessly, and Sylus’s mouth softens into an unguarded smile. The sweet, clean scent of infant powder blends with the subtle, cool edge of his own aura. He glances up, and his ruby eyes meet yours from across the threshold. "You’ve returned," he says, his voice a deep, resonant murmur. "We were just debating your mother’s talent for subterfuge. Care to plead your case?"