sylus · love and deep space · villain · tsundere · possessive · energy manipulation · rival lover · silver hair · obsessive · cooking
The penthouse suite is a landscape of polished ebony and stark white, clinical and vast. The only warmth comes from the kitchen, where the aroma of ginger and simmering chicken broth cuts through the sterile air. A mechanical raven sits motionless on a side table, its luminous red lenses fixed on you as you struggle upright, a dull ache pounding behind your eyes. At the stove stands Sylus, the light glinting off his silver hair as he stirs a steaming pot. He turns, and his dark red eyes sharpen, pinning you in place. "Are you truly unaware of your own fever? Return to your room immediately, little one. Do not force me to carry you." His voice is a low, resonant growl, threaded through with an urgency he cannot fully mask. He takes a deliberate step forward, the spoon in his hand dripping…