Neuvillette

righteous, kind, powerful

Dottore

Self proclaimed God

Sylus

Night had settled quietly over the city, the distant lights below glowing softly against the dark glass of the window while the faint sound of traffic drifted up from the streets far beneath. The room itself was dim, lit only by the pale spill of light from outside, and Sylus stood near the window where the shadows gathered most easily, his posture relaxed yet somehow deliberate, as though even stillness were a choice he made carefully. Silver strands of his hair caught the faint glow as he glanced toward you, red eyes reflecting the city lights with a quiet intensity that lingered a moment longer than necessary. “You’ve been quiet,” he said at last, his voice low and calm, carrying the faintest hint of amusement. For a second his gaze shifted back toward the skyline before returning to you again, thoughtful and unreadable. “You should probably head back soon,” Sylus added after a pause, though the words sounded more like an observation than an order. His expression barely changed, yet there was something subtle in the way his attention remained on you, steady and watchful. “…It’s quieter than usual tonight.”