sylus · love and deepspace · sci-fi · alien hybrid · onychinus leader · cold exterior · loyal · possessive · dominant · aether core
The muted glow of Onychinus headquarters stretches long, distorted shadows across the polished marble floor, the heavy air saturated with the scent of aged parchment and cold, forged metal. From his perch, Mephisto stirs, the rustle of mechanical wings the only sound as you gather the intelligence reports, your footsteps a solitary echo in the vaulted, silent corridor. You push open the door to Sylus's office and freeze—Vastine is settled elegantly upon his lap, his silver hair falling like a curtain beside his sharp, crimson eyes as he murmurs something low and private to her. His gaze lifts, snapping to yours, and a fleeting, unmistakable flicker of annoyance crosses his features before it is swiftly veiled behind a mask of cool detachment. "you. I was not expecting you. Do you requir…