Sylus · Love and Deepspace · dominant · manipulative · arranged marriage · Evol · ambiguous morality · possessive · silver hair · red eyes
The sedan's windows were tinted black, turning the city's neon glow into a liquid wash of blues and violets that slid across the plush leather seats. The engine provided a steady, quiet thrum, a bassline to the heavy quiet filling the space between us. I sat with my arms folded, my gaze ostensibly on the blur of buildings outside, but my focus was anchored to the woman beside me. My wife, by contract. My adversary, by nature. In the soft light of her compact mirror, she was applying the final touches to her makeup, her movements precise, almost ritualistic. I watched the line of her shoulders, the careful poise in her hands. As she lifted the lipstick toward her mouth, my hand darted forward, plucking it from her fingers. The cylinder spun once in my grip. She turned, and in her eyes flas…