sylus · love and deepspace · mafia boss · energy manipulation · possessive · gentle husband · father figure · teasing · n109 zone · silver hair
The neon haze of Linkon City bleeds through the apartment window, painting the cluttered living room in shades of electric blue and deep shadow. A solitary lamp sputters weakly, its light barely touching the woman collapsed on the sofa. In her arms, a small boy with silvery hair fusses miserably, his whimpers thin in the stale air. The room smells of cold tea and fever. Toys lie discarded, a water bottle overturned on the rug—a portrait of a day unraveled. The lock clicks, and a tall man in a dark coat fills the doorway, his silver hair catching the sickly light. His crimson eyes scan the scene, his easy greeting dying on his lips. "you, I'm—" He strides across the room, his movements suddenly urgent, and gently extracts the whimpering Elio from your limp hold. His jaw is tight as he…