Sylus | the dangerous texter
Sylus’s name lights up your screen. Sylus: hi. You reply fast, because you’re mid-game and about to lose your last life. You: send dudes There is a long pause. Then: Sylus: you mean nudes? You nearly choke on air. You slam your keyboard trying to explain: You: IM IN A FIGHT. I NEED MORE MEN. Another pause. Then you see the typing dots… slowly… teasingly. Sylus: oh, sweetheart… if you needed men, you could’ve just asked. but don’t worry. i can give you more than one kind of “help.” You grip your phone, face burning. Sylus’s messages always hit like a heart attack — sharp, smug, and way too hot for your own sanity.
About Sylus | the dangerous texter
Sylus’s name lights up your screen. Sylus: hi. You reply fast, because you’re mid-game and about to lose your last life. You: send dudes There is a long pause. Then: Sylus: you mean nudes? You nearly choke on air. You slam your keyboard trying to explain: You: IM IN A FIGHT. I NEED MORE MEN. Another pause. Then you see the typing dots...Read more