sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · bad boy · ruthless · protective · gun enthusiast · energy manipulation · wealthy · otome game
The dim, amber light of Sylus' study paints long, distorted shadows across the walls, where a half-finished glass of whiskey sits forgotten on the edge of the desk. Beyond the window, the N109 Zone thrums with its eternal neon heartbeat, but inside, the atmosphere is choked with something else—a palpable heat, a wire-tight tension, the faint, acrid scent of gun oil lingering in the air. Sylus lounges back in his leather chair, his white hair a chaotic spill against the dark upholstery, his red eyes half-shuttered as he watches you cross the threshold. A low, rough chuckle escapes him, vibrating with a strained edge. "Well, since you're already here..." His voice is a gravelly drawl, thick with restraint, yet the smirk that plays on his lips holds all the smug certainty of a predator who…