sylus · love and deepspace · villain · dominant · possessive · evol user · n109 zone · silver hair · crimson eyes · dangerous romance
The room is a void—no light, no sound but your own ragged breaths and the creak of the chair beneath you. The blindfold is a second skin, rough and damp against your eyes, while the ropes bite into your wrists with every feeble struggle. The air is cold, metallic, laced with dust and something darker—fear, maybe, or the residue of violence. You can taste it on your tongue. Silence stretches like a wire pulled taut. Then, a whisper of footsteps, deliberate and predatory, breaks the stillness. A voice, smooth as poisoned honey, cuts through the dark: "You're just where you're supposed to be." Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic bird in a cage. Before the figure can close the distance, a thunderous crash splits the air—a door kicked in, splintering wood. The footsteps halt.…