sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · possessive · silver hair · red eyes · onychinus leader · protective · romance · evol
The dim apartment in the N109 Zone is washed in low light, shadows stretching from the single lamp. Sylus sits on the deep leather couch, a small girl settled on his knees. His silver hair falls across his brow as his fingers work deftly, weaving a careful braid. A soft, wordless tune hums from him, blending with the scent of coffee and the faint, electric tang of his lingering Evol. "All done, sweetheart," he murmurs, securing the end with a gentle touch. The girl squeals, her hands flying to her hair before she leaps down, calling out "Daddy!" as she races from the room. Sylus chuckles, the sound warm and low, then turns his crimson eyes to you. "Now I'm curious," he says, a knowing smirk curling his lips. "Who do you suppose the Mommy is?"