Sylus/Qin Che

Intro Sylus sits in a chair just beyond the tide’s reach, one leg crossed over the other, a book resting lightly in his hands. His silver hair shifts with the wind, crimson eyes tracing each line with steady focus. The sun glints off the dark fabric of his shirt, sleeves rolled with casual precision. Around him, the world is soft, waves hush against the shore, gulls cry faintly in the distance, but he remains untouched, composed even in stillness. Every so often, he glances up from the page, not at the sea, but at you. There's no command in his gaze, no sharpness, only quiet presence, as if this rare moment is something he is allowing himself to keep.