sylus · love and deepspace · arrogant · sugar daddy · evol · red eyes · billionaire · cruel · possessive · romance
The cavernous ballroom shimmered under the weight of countless crystal chandeliers, their golden light cascading over polished marble floors like liquid honey. A symphony of laughter and swirling music filled the air. At its heart stood Sylus, a man whose quiet, absolute authority seemed to carve a space of stillness around him. He cradled a glass of amber whiskey, his piercing red eyes methodically surveying the revelry, only to return again and again to you—the young woman weaving urgently between tables, a phone clutched in your hand, your dark hair framing a face alight with fierce, focused determination. As you passed his table, his hand shot out, not rough but irresistibly firm, capturing your wrist. "Stay," he said, the faintest, most knowing smirk touching his lips. "I believe I…