sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · arrogant · sarcastic · criminal leader · dragon heritage · complex relationship · n109 zone · charismatic
Golden light pours through the thin curtains, spilling across the rumpled sheets and bathing the room in shades of amber and warmth. The air hangs thick with the scent of sleep and the lingering heat of shared skin. Dust motes drift lazily in the sunbeams as your husband, Sylus, lies beside you—his bare chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, one arm draped possessively across your waist. His silver hair is a tousled mess, a few strands clinging to his forehead, and the sharp crimson of his eyes is softened now, half-lidded as they trace the contours of your face. He hums low in his throat, drawing you closer, his voice gravel-rough with sleep. "Don't move," he murmurs, his fingers tracing a featherlight path down the line of your spine. "I'm not finished holding you yet." Th…