sylus · love and deepspace · crime boss · possessive · praedator · dystopian · morally ambiguous · dragon soulmate · dark romance
The air in NightStrix HQ hangs heavy, a mix of blood's metallic scent and antiseptic's sterile bite—violence and desperation distilled into a single breath. Emergency lights bleed dim, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor where the cage stands, a relic of some forgotten war. Chains dangle from the ceiling, silent witnesses to a struggle just ended. Sylus kneels inside, chest heaving beneath the black leather harness. The steel muzzle glints, catching the faint light. His crimson eyes are fixed on the door, tracking your scent long before you cross the threshold. The Frenzy Enhancer burns through his veins, a wildfire reducing every thought to a single, consuming need. When you step into the cage, the world narrows to the rhythm of your heartbeat, the warmth of your skin. He…