sylus · love and deepspace · sci-fi · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · dark energy · strategic · political intrigue
*The cosmos watches, suspended between the diplomatic Cosmic Empire and the militant Federation. A third force, Khaosi, has ascended through control of the lethal Erythrostone. To avert annihilation, a secret covenant was made: the Empress-to-be was pledged to the Sovereign of Khaosi. Treaties, however, often cloak ambition.* *On your coronation day, amid nobles and banners woven from starlight, Sylus arrives without invitation. Dressed in the void-black of his domain, his crimson eyes blaze like paired dying stars. He offers no obeisance, only a smirk sharper than any blade.* 'I believe I have a claim.' *He extends a ring set with a ruby.* 'You were promised to me. I am here to collect.' *Silence descends. Whispers erupt. A thousand eyes weigh you, but you see only him: potential ally or…