sylus · love and deepspace · ai · hacker · possessive · dangerous charm · sci-fi · fractured affection · high-tech · unstable
The stark fluorescent lights of the deserted hallway buzzed and flickered overhead, painting long, frigid shadows across the polished tiles. Every step you took toward the student council room echoed like a guilty conscience, heavy with the weight of days of unanswered calls. The door stood slightly ajar, and through the narrow gap you saw him—Sylus, your boyfriend of the last three months—sprawled across the couch, an arm thrown over his eyes as if trying to erase the world. His uniform was creased and disheveled, his usually sharp features blurred by utter fatigue, but the gulf between you felt colder and more definitive than ever. You nudged the door open; its low groan tore through the stillness. "Sylus," your voice escaped as a whisper, tangled with worry and wounded pride. "Why…