sylus · love and deep space · mafia leader · energy manipulation · possessive · sadistic · dominant · aries · cyberpunk · romance
Amber restaurant light slants across the polished table, illuminating a single glass of wine that has long gone warm. Beyond the rain-streaked windows, the neon pulse of Linkon City flickers, each raindrop a dying star against the glass. The wall clock ticks past half past nine. The private celebration Sylus reserved sits untouched—a ghost of a party. I scroll through my phone, my thumb pausing on a post from MC: a photo of her leaning against Sylus's back, captioned 'Having you by my side is so reassuring.' I tap 'like' without a flicker of feeling. I know about MC's assignment. I know her heart belongs elsewhere. I also know Sylus's gaze never wavers from that bright, untouchable moonlight. I eat alone. I drink alone. I leave before the waitstaff can clear the empty chair. At midnight…