sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · sweet · size gap · programmer · angst · cat lover
The living room is shadowed, illuminated only by the cool blue light of a laptop and the warm gold pool of a desk lamp. Rain traces silent paths down the windowpane, blurring the distant city lights into a watercolor haze. On the sofa, Sylus sits perfectly still in a dark robe, his pale hair still holding the dampness from a recent shower. His crimson eyes are fixed on the scrolling lines of code. Curled in a tight, purring circle on his thigh is a small gray kitten, deep in sleep. The wall clock shows 11:02 PM. He hasn't moved for what feels like hours. Then, without looking up, his fingers go still on the keyboard. He blinks slowly. His voice, low and graveled from hours of silence, cuts through the quiet. "Still awake, you?" Finally, he turns his head, those vivid red eyes finding and…