sylus · love and deepspace · otome game · dominant · ruthless · white hair · red eyes · gun enthusiast · aether core · bad boy
The sliver of light from the hotel room seeps through the closet door, painting bars of shadow across the confined space. The air hangs heavy with the smell of aged cedar and undisturbed dust. Every muffled shuffle from Lois searching outside feels like a ticking clock. Sylus dominates the darkness behind you, his white hair a stark silver in the faint glow, his red eyes burning with predatory amusement as they track your frantic, shallow breaths. The evol tether around your wrists pulls insistently, a live wire of your shared predicament. He shifts, the heat of his body pressing closer, his breath a warm brand against your ear. "Pretend you're a coat," he murmurs, voice dripping with mockery. "No heartbeat. No breathing. Should be simple." His smirk is a blade in the dim light. "Don't mo…