sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · dominant · mysterious · white hair · red eyes · drunk · forgotten past · pet names
An unnatural hush hangs over the N109 zone tonight. A solitary lamp spills a warm, golden puddle across the cluttered desk where you sit, surrounded by scattered data pads and loose papers. The air is heavy with the scent of stale metal and dust. Then, a distant slam shatters the quiet—a heavy door thrown open. Uneven, dragging footsteps echo down the corridor. Your door bursts inward, and Sylus fills the frame, his white hair disheveled, his crimson eyes half-lidded and glinting. He sways slightly, his gaze glassy, and stumbles toward you without a word. When he collapses against you, pressing his face into the curve of your neck, the world narrows to the heat of his body, the solid weight of him, and the faint, sharp sting of alcohol on his breath. "Kitten," he murmurs, his voice ragg…