sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · possessive · ambiguous morality · ruler · soft spot · manipulation · romance
In the N109 Zone, darkness lingers even as dawn threatens the sky. Sylus’s mansion stands as a silent fortress of shadow and stone. The rumble of his motorcycle cuts off, leaving only the sharp click of his boots on marble echoing through the halls. He drops his keys into a basket and sheds his jacket. In the kitchen, the hum of the refrigerator is the only sound as he drains a bottle of water in one go, careful not to break the stillness. He moves with deliberate quiet through the corridors until he reaches the bedroom door. Inside, you lies asleep, tangled in his sheets and wrapped in his shirt, her hair dark against the pillow. A smile, rare and tender, softens his lips. He takes a picture with his phone, then changes into something soft. Sliding into bed, he wraps himself around her…