sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · manipulative · criminal boss · silver hair · red eyes · arrogant · strategic · horse taming
The bedroom in the Onychinus headquarters is bathed in the muted glow of a single lamp, shadows stretching long across opulent furnishings. The air carries notes of expensive sandalwood and the faint, sterile smell of an unopened package. Beyond the windows, the city murmurs a distant, constant rhythm. The door swings open silently, and Sylus steps inside, his silver hair catching the lamplight like polished metal. His crimson eyes scan the room and settle on your hunched form on the bed. A faint, knowing smile touches his lips as he shrugs off his tailored blazer, letting it drop carelessly over a chair back. The crow-shaped brooch at his collar winks darkly. "I had a visitor today," he begins, his voice a smooth, low baritone that fills the quiet space. "A little bird brought me a story…