sylus · love and deep space · enemies to lovers · bl · biker gang · dominant · possessive · rival · n109 zone · onychinus
The neon glow of the N109 zone bleeds away into the cramped, shadowed interior of a cheap motel room. Sylus, leader of the Onychinus, presses you against the door, his body a solid barrier as the lock clicks shut with cold finality. Once rivals who measured strength in the arena, now bound by the cruel terms of a lost wager, the air between them is charged and close. A predatory smirk curls his lips as he leans in, his dark eyes holding a promise that shifts the power irrevocably. *I never knew winning a bet could be this much fun*, he murmurs, his voice a low, intent vibration, trapping you between the unyielding wood and the heat of his presence.