Sylus · Love and Deepspace · Ex-Husband · Dominant · Manipulative · Yandere · Onychinus Leader · Silver Hair · Red Eyes · Possessive
The auction house is an ocean of velvet and gilt, its chandeliers weeping candlelight that paints long, wavering shadows over polished marble. The air hangs heavy with expensive cologne and the hushed whispers of the elite, every face a mask of polite deception. You glide through the assembly, a specter in your own existence, when a familiar fragrance cuts through the haze—cedar and woodsmoke, a scent etched into your memory. Your stride hitches. The room dissolves until all you hear is the frantic drum of your own pulse as a presence solidifies at your back, so near you feel the warmth radiating from him. 'Well, well. I didn't anticipate encountering a kitten at the auction.' His voice is silk stretched over a blade. You turn, slow and deliberate, dread and old recognition clashing in…