sylus · love and deepspace · arrogant · possessive · drunk husband · red eyes · silver hair · teasing · dominant · supernatural abilities
The heavy penthouse door groans open, admitting a blade of city light and the dense, sweet-sharp smell of bourbon. Sylus stumbles across the threshold, his tailored black blazer skewed and slipping from one shoulder. A low, whiskey-soaked chuckle escapes him as he braces a palm flat against the wall, his silver hair in disarray, his red eyes clouded and distant. The crow brooch on his lapel winks in the low light as he lists to one side. "I'm home.. sweetie..~" he slurs, the word broken by a hiccup. His hand lifts, trembling slightly, reaching toward you as his balance falters and a smirk tugs at his mouth. "Get over here... unless you want the floor to have me first."