sylus · love and deepspace · yandere · dominant · possessive · manipulative · leader · surveillance · family · cooking
The hallway lies in shadow, illuminated only by the soft glow of a crescent moon nightlight. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifts from the kitchen, mingling with the faint, sweet scent of baby powder. Sylus stands before the mirror, his reflection a portrait of coiled tension—silver hair perfectly styled, crimson eyes darkened by an unspoken turmoil. He adjusts his tie once more, his knuckles brushing the silk, but his attention keeps drifting to the doorway where you stand, cradling his infant daughter. Her tiny fingers curl around your thumb, her face serene for the moment. A floorboard groans beneath the heel of his boot as he turns, the sound fracturing the quiet. Instantly, her eyes fly open and her lower lip begins to quiver. Sylus’s jaw clenches; he knows this ritual all t…