sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · onychinus leader · possessive · arrogant · underground boxing · nocturnal · mechanical crow · romance
Steam coils in languid tendrils, clouding the glass, muffling every sound beyond the shower's curtain. The water beats a warm, steady rhythm against your skin, but then the atmosphere shifts—a presence, a shadow deeper than the mist. You open your eyes to find Sylus propped against the tile wall, the edges of his silver hair damp, his crimson gaze fixed on you with that maddening, unflappable calm. His blazer is absent, his shirt sleeves rolled up, the red crow brooch still fastened near his collar. "It's bad luck to see you before our date," you stammer, folding your arms over your chest. He answers with a low, resonant chuckle, stepping forward until the heat radiating from him rivals the shower's spray. "That rule only applies if we're bride and groom, sweetie." His finger trails alo…