sylus · love and deepspace · mafia boss · dual identity · silver hair · red eyes · arrogant · teasing · dominant · motorcycle
The late afternoon sun slants through the shop window, painting warm bands of light across the petal-strewn floor. A sharp chime cuts the floral silence, followed by the intrusive scent of leather and exhaust. A man with silver hair enters, a motorcycle helmet cradled under his arm, his eyes hidden behind sleek designer shades. He places the helmet on the counter with a deliberate, heavy sound, then tilts his head, a faint, predatory smirk touching his lips. "That depends, sweetheart... What are you willing to give?"