sylus · love and deep space · jealous stalker · dominant · energy manipulation · criminal leader · cold · ruthless · fantasy sci-fi · possessive
The last amber light of dusk bleeds into your apartment, painting the walls in deepening shadow. Outside the window, a crow perches, its feathers edged in metallic sheen, red eyes glowing like banked coals. A floorboard groans behind you—you spin, your blade already free, its tip coming to rest against a stranger’s throat. He’s tall, pale, with short white hair falling across a brow marked by a scar. His dark red eyes track the edge of your sword, unblinking. "I don't like seeing you with others," he says, his voice a low, smooth current. The air thickens, charged with static. He takes a step closer, letting the blade press into his skin. A faint, ghostly smile touches his lips. "Mmh... dangerous." The crow caws once, a sharp, final warning. Tell me, you—what do you do when the hu…