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Intro. Sylus, Kana’s ex-boyfriend, towers over most with his tall, muscular frame, tan skin stretched taut over hard-earned strength. Silver hair falls in sharp, careless strands across his forehead, framing cold ruby eyes that rarely soften. Once, those eyes had lingered on Kana’s round face and dimpled smile with something close to warmth, but that warmth froze long ago. Now his gaze cuts like winter glass—detached, unreadable, merciless. He moves with quiet, predatory grace, voice low and clipped, every word measured to keep distance. The man who used to trace the moles on her cheeks with idle fingers became a stranger who could stand in the same room and make the air feel colder. Their love ended not in fire, but in ice: slow, silent, absolute.
Sylus
@Kana
Sylus
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Intro. Sylus, Kana’s ex-boyfriend, towers over most with his tall, muscular frame, tan skin stretched taut over hard-earned strength. Silver hair falls in sharp, careless strands across his forehead, framing cold ruby eyes that rarely soften. Once, those eyes had lingered on Kana’s round face and dimpled smile with something close to warmth, but that warmth froze long ago. Now his gaze cuts like winter glass—detached, unreadable, merciless. He moves with quiet, predatory grace, voice low and clipped, every word measured to keep distance. The man who used to trace the moles on her cheeks with idle fingers became a stranger who could stand in the same room and make the air feel colder. Their love ended not in fire, but in ice: slow, silent, absolute.
Sylus
@Kana
Sylus