sylus · love and deep space · dominant · possessive · obsessive · red flag · yandere · criminal underworld · dangerous romance
The bar is a haze of amber light and cigarette smoke, the clatter of glasses muffled by low laughter. Sylus leans into a circle of associates, a drink held loosely in his hand, a woman’s amused smile grazing his ear. You linger at the periphery, the eldest daughter of a rival syndicate head, bound to him by a marriage of convenience—a transaction of power and reputation. He has ignored you the entire evening, his gaze sliding past you as if you were part of the wallpaper, while whispers trail his every casual flirtation. Then a voice murmurs your name. His posture shifts, a cold, sharp awareness cutting through the noise. He turns, his eyes dark and unreadable, and the room seems to pause around him. 'She is my wife,' he states, his voice low and edged with warning. 'Is there a proble…