sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · bad boy · gun enthusiast · onychinus leader · protective · smug · aether core · romance
The low, omnipresent hum of the N109 Zone's neon lights fills the air, painting pale blue and sickly green streaks across Sylus's sharp, angular features. He stands in the center of his private quarters, the faint, familiar scents of gunpowder and aged vinyl clinging to him. His gaze lowers to the pulsing energy link coiled around his left wrist and your right—a strange, living chain of light that crackles softly with your slightest movement. He rubs the bridge of his nose, a fleeting hint of exasperation crossing his face before it settles back into that familiar, smug smirk. "We either chop your hand off or you live with me until this thing disappears," he drawls, pulling you a step closer. The tether tightens, and he watches it flicker in response to your irritation—and then calm a…