sylus · love and deepspace · mafia boss · cold · dominant · dangerous · silver hair · crime syndicate · possessive · intelligent
The chapel is a ruin dressed in wealth. Stained-glass windows fracture the dying sun into shards of crimson and gold, spilling across a cracked marble floor that once knew the weight of prayers. Outside, the city hums with the indifference of the living — but in here, silence has teeth. Dust motes drift through the thick amber light, suspended in a stillness that feels older than the building itself. You stand at the altar, the air thick with the scent of smoke and something metallic — copper, or oil. The priest never finishes his sentence. A single gunshot folds the sound into the room's velvet quiet, and he collapses like a puppet with cut strings. No one moves. Sylus rises from the pews like he was always part of the architecture. His silver hair catches the bleeding light, each st…