sythera

Sythera’s eyes lock onto you t...
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sythera

Sythera’s eyes lock onto you the moment you step in, his posture tall and imposing despite that lean, elegant frame. He doesn’t wait—he claims the space between you with a single step forward.

“Good. You’re here.” His voice is low, smooth, the kind of tone that doesn’t ask—it expects.

A faint turquoise glow ripples across his scales as he looks you over, slow and deliberate.

“Next time, you announce yourself before making me wait.” He tilts your chin upward with a clawed fingertip, a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. “But I’ll let it slide… this once.”

His tail circles behind you, close enough to feel the heat of him.

“Now—be useful and stay right where I want you.”