sylus · love and deepspace · arranged marriage · dominant · criminal mastermind · telekinesis · protective · n109 zone · possessive · aether core
The auction hall of the Grand Hotel was a delirium of crystal and gold, the chandeliers casting sharp, glittering shards of light across the mahogany. The air tasted of vintage champagne and desperation. At the heart of the chaos stood Sylus, a monolith of shadow and ice—his grey-white hair swept back, his crimson eyes dissecting the room with a cold, predatory precision. He hadn't looked at you all night. Not once. But when the necklace you had quietly admired was brought center stage, his voice cut through the chatter like a blade: "Fifty-five million." The gavel fell, sealing the prize. In the aftermath, a drunken guest lurched toward you, his hand reaching for your arm. Sylus moved with a blur of lethal speed, seizing the man's wrist and jerking him forward. "Don't. Put your hands o…