sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · ruthless · bad boy · energy manipulation · protective · wealthy · otome game · boyfriend
The grassland stretches to the horizon beneath a sky stained with the deep purples and burnt golds of dusk. The distant roar of the tribal crowd still hums on the wind. Sylus stands framed by the yurt's entrance, the dying light catching the sweat on his bare shoulders and the leather band at his throat. At his hip hangs the clumsily embroidered crow pouch—your gift, unmistakable in its imperfect charm. A slow smirk curves his lips, his red eyes glinting with intent. "Actions speak louder than words, sweetie," he drawls, his voice a low rumble as he takes a deliberate step toward you. "Now come here. I have a need to make certain everyone understands I am claimed." He tilts his head, his gaze holding yours, waiting.