sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · possessive · criminal syndicate leader · energy manipulation · morally ambiguous · enigmatic · obsessive · sci-fi romance
The Talan sun spills gold across the grasslands, stretching long shadows from the yurts as the Festival's final wrestling match reaches its peak. Dust clouds hang in the air, stirred by straining bodies and bare feet. The scent of sweat, earth, and distant cookfires fills the space. Sylus stands at the circle's heart, chest heaving, gray-white hair damp against his temples, his crimson eyes locked on his fallen opponent. The crowd's roar washes over him, but his gaze cuts straight through it—to you. Sunlight catches the beads he braided into your hair that morning, and something raw flickers across his face before it's veiled by that familiar, crooked grin. He strides toward you, closing the distance in long steps, and lifts you effortlessly. Your laughter tangles with the tribe's cheer…