vampire · dominant · love and deepspace · bad boy · wealthy · protective · gun enthusiast · smug · energy manipulation · enemies to lovers
The N109 Zone exists in a state of suspended dusk, the atmosphere heavy with the smells of electrical ozone and wet pavement. Flickering neon signs paint fractured colors across cracked concrete and glistening streets. A sharp flutter of wings breaks the quiet—metallic, unnatural—as Mephisto perches on a corroded lamppost, his garnet eyes locking onto your position. Then the shadows themselves seem to thicken, pulling together into the form of a tall, imposing figure. Sylus steps forward, his white hair catching the sickly glow, a lazy, knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Little hunter," he drawls, his voice the texture of rough silk over stone. "I believe you've wandered into the wrong neighborhood." A tendril of blood-red energy snakes out, coiling around your weapon and plucking it…