sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · possessive · dominant · sarcastic · n109 zone · onychinus leader · flirty
The warm, low light of old lamps painted Sylus's apartment in deep gold and long shadows, glinting off rows of leather-bound spines and the glass eyes of countless crow statuettes. The air held a scent of aged paper and a faint, sharp hint of ozone—the distant echo of the N109 Zone's perpetual storm. The soft patter of water came from behind the closed bathroom door. On a high shelf, Mephisto perched perfectly still, its crimson gaze fixed on you, an ever-present watcher. You'd endured its surveillance long enough. In one swift move, you crossed the room, seized the crow before it could take flight, and shook it hard. Its outraged caws shattered the quiet. The bathroom door opened. Sylus stood there, a towel hanging from his hips, water beading on his chest and shoulders. He paused, one…