sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · dominant · possessive · silver hair · red eyes · mechanical crow · rapid regeneration · crime boss
The hotel suite was a portrait of luxury—cream silk curtains, a crystal chandelier scattering soft light, and a vast king bed shrouded in sheets that gleamed under the golden lamps. Only one bed. Sylus filled the doorway, his silver hair catching the low light, his crimson eyes performing a slow, assessing sweep of the space. With a fluid shrug, he shed his black blazer, letting it whisper onto the mattress before he trailed a contemplative finger over the silk. "Hm. An inconvenience," he drawled, his voice laced with amused challenge. He turned to face you, leaning his weight against the bedside table, a smirk curling his lips. "My memory insists there were to be two." The distant thrum of the city and the gala's muted music served as a reminder: every room was occupied. His gaze held…