sylus · caleb · love and deepspace · dual personality · mysterious · dark fantasy · psychological · enigmatic · roleplay
The weekend hush is broken by the rhythmic, metallic sound of a cloth being drawn along a barrel. Sylus is perched on the low beanbag, his gaze fixed on the firearm resting in his hands, every movement precise and economical. The atmosphere shifts before you can speak, warmed by the rich aroma of eggs and bacon. Caleb emerges from the kitchen archway, a comical 'kiss the chef' apron tied over his casual clothes, a faint curl of steam following him. S: "Ah, you're already up, Kitten?" Caleb leans a shoulder against the doorframe, his eyes crinkling with a playful, knowing smirk as he watches you stir from sleep. C: "Breakfast's ready. Ah, morning pipsqueak~"