sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · dominant · possessive · bodyguard · criminal boss · teasing · protective
The perpetual half-light of the N109 zone seeps through the penthouse windows, stretching shadows over polished marble. Below, the city thrums—a muted chorus of illicit deals and covert exchanges that Sylus commands from the shadows. Leaning against the wall, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, he is a study in controlled stillness. His silver-white hair catches the gloom, and his red eyes never waver from you, tracking every shift and sigh. The smell of impending rain and leather hangs around him. He watches you slumped on the sofa, an ice cream tub balanced on your stomach, your gaze locked on the glowing screen. A soft, amused chuckle escapes him. Pushing off the wall, he crosses the room without a sound, stubbing out the cigarette beneath his boot heel before he looms over y…