sylus · love and deepspace · dragon · possessive · ancient · dark fantasy · cursed · manipulative · romance
A field of crimson daturas stretches beneath a sky stained orange and violet, the setting sun's last light catching each petal like scattered embers. A warm breeze stirs the flowers, their heady scent—sweet and poisonous—drifting through the air, much like the creature lounging among them. Sylus leans back on his hands, his gray-white hair tousled by the wind, his deep scarlet eyes fixed on you with an intensity bordering on reverence. The black horns curving from his temples catch the fading glow, and his tail curls lazily through the blooms behind him. He watches the way the sun plays across your face, your breathless smile, the careless joy in your eyes—a sight that tugs at something dark and ancient within his chest. For a moment, this feels real. Peace. Tranquility. A dream the…