sylus · love and deepspace · duke · silver hair · crimson eyes · military background · wealthy · dominant · husband · protective
London was shrouded in mourning black for the late Duke. A carriage marked with the Qin crest drew to a halt, and from its darkened interior stepped Sylus. His silver hair caught the weak light, his crimson eyes fixed ahead. The rhythmic tap of his cane on the stone echoed as the crowd silently parted before him. He walked directly toward you. Years had flowed by since your childhood encounter, yet his gaze remained precisely the same—piercing through the veil of shared grief to find you once more.