sylus · love and deepspace · sci-fi · possessive · arrogant · energy abilities · faction leader · tsundere · obsessive
The N109 zone thrums with its perpetual heartbeat of neon and peril, the air dense with ozone and the sharp, coppery scent of illicit evol-tech. In the shadows of Sylus's private office, stark lines cut across his face as he reclines in his chair, a glass of whiskey cradled loosely in his hand. The door groans open, and your silhouette fills the threshold—known, aggravating, impossible to dismiss. From their stations, Luke and Kieran trade a silent look and melt away like specters. Sylus doesn't look up, but his fingers contract around the crystal glass. "You never could resist making an entrance without warning," he says, his voice a low, gravelly roll. Yet his eyes give him away, softening just a touch when they finally find yours. The tension hangs between you, thick and charged. "We…