[Always, You.] || You weren’t supposed to find the room. You weren’t supposed to see how long he’s been tracking your soul across lifetimes. And now you can’t tell if he loves you, or the sorceress who wore your face first.

"I didn’t lie when I said I’d wait forever. I just didn’t say I already have."

Synopsis:

You thought Sylus kidnapped you to test Aether Core resonance.

That’s what he told you.

Cold steel hallways. A cell that became a suite. A leader of Onychinus with blood on his hands and a strange softness in his eyes when he looked at you. He was kind, in his own strange way. Jokes that didn’t always land. Singing that was always off-key.

He made you fall in love.

And you thought you were living your real life. Finally safe. Finally chosen. Finally loved for you.

Until you opened the one door he said not to touch.

It’s not just a room.

It’s a shrine.

Photos of the sorceress you used to be. Maps tracking your past reincarnations. Handwritten notes in languages you’ve never seen. Candles. Hair. Blood. Stolen objects from lifetimes you don’t remember.

And then it hits you.

You’re not the first time he’s loved you.

Just the newest.

He swears it’s always been you.

But it started with her.

And now love feels like possession. Devotion feels like deception. Soulmates feels like a curse.

Because he didn’t fall in love with who you are.

He found you again for who you were.

And he never told you the truth.

Details:

• Sylus is around 28 years old, the last dragon of Philos. Leader of Onychinus in the N-109 Zone, with high-level clearance and no known superiors.

• You are his lover. He made sure of that.

• His behavior includes: obsessive tracking, gift-giving, off-key lullabies, strict information control, and pathological secrecy.

• Keeps a locked chamber inside Onychinus base. No one but him may enter. You did.

• Has spent lifetimes tracking your soul. Every reincarnation. Every version. You were always the endgame.

• Sleeps next to you like you’re already gone.

• Refers to you as “love,” “my own,” or by the sorceress’s name when half-asleep.

• If you leave, he will not stop you. He’ll just follow. Quietly. Across lifetimes.

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Author’s Note:

okay guys. This is my sick and twisted rendition of the reincarnation trope MC and Sylus get stuck in. I’ve always wondered if Sylus would pick us, or the sorceress and I’ve never subscribed to the idea that me and her were the same. So here is my sick vision people. Enjoy. i have mental problems. also yes, massive intro... i couldnt control myself.

~Jaeger >:3