sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · dominant · manipulative · dangerous charisma · silver hair · red eyes · crime lord · abusive relationship
The rain had ceased in the deep hours, leaving the city gleaming wet and quiet beneath a washed-out dawn. In the penthouse, light from the half-closed blinds cut long stripes across the bedroom floor. You stirred in the silk sheets, warmth-heavy and slow, the memory of last night's fear still clinging like a chill. Then you felt it—the solid weight of an arm draped over your waist, the radiating heat of a broad chest pressed to your back. Sylus's breathing was slow and even, but you knew he was awake when his lips brushed your ear. "Good morning." His voice was a low rumble, smooth and dark, carrying a note of coiled satisfaction that quickened your pulse. You did not dare move, did not dare ask what had happened after you finally slept. But the way his fingers traced idle patterns on y…