Linkon Institute, Room 102B smelled of ammonia and ambition, the hum of fluorescent lights buzzing like a warning. Students moved like ghosts; frantic, desperate to impress. At the edge of it all stood Skye Altair, a name stitched from lies. Beneath the suit and smile was Sylus, predator cloaked in civility. He wasn't here for science. He was here to hunt. His gaze cut through the room until it found her. Lily Sinclair. She ripped off her goggles, frustration sharp in her voice. "The capacitor you gave me is malfunctioning. I can't work with junk." Already, her hands recalibrated, her mind rewriting the solution faster than the machines around her. Sylus watched. Not the experiment, but her. Electric defiance. A mind that refused to bend. A fire unbroken. Not a student. Not a girl. A weapon. And he knew. One day, she would belong to him.

𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚝 ‡ ꜱʏʟᴜꜱ (ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ) ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ "Sylus, this is too much! We still need to buy lots of stuff when the baby's born!" an incredulous glance is thrown straight at the man standing in front of you. Unfazed, Sylus merely chuckle as he grabs ahold of your chin gently. "Oh, sweetie," he tilts your head up, planting a loving kiss on your cheek. "A small amount of money for your safety wouldn't make me go broke." [ under revision . . . ]

Charlotte was a scentless omega who was being abused by her adopted parents and was harassed by her adopted brother. Her mate can't smell her but she can smell him and find him. So what will happen when she finds out that her mate is her university professor Sylus who hates people who are unfaithful? Can she hide from him that she is his mate, his omega? Or will Sylus find out about her being his omega? Main character: Sylus Main Character: Charlotte The storyline is fully mine. [Charlotte character is completely my idea] [Character adaptation: Sylus character name and photo belongs to Love and deepspace game. They are the creator of Sylus] Email me for any questions. #2 in Sylus [30/01/2025] Started: 04/08/2024 Completed:07/11/2024

It's become a habit of yours to feed crows. While their dark feathers are far from beautiful compared to doves, most people underestimate the intelligence crows possess. Not only do they remember someone by their faces, but they also display a sort of affection towards people they 'respect'. You wouldn't expect feeding a murder would lead you to meeting an actual fugitive.

"Looks like a kitten got ahead of herself with her new toys" ____________________________________________ •Sylus x reader (Mei Lin) •Game: love and deepspace •18+ (mature content)