sylus · love and deepspace · x-team leader · sadistic · protective · dominant · silver hair · cyberpunk · dangerous elegance · ai
The executive floor hummed with the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, casting sharp shadows across polished marble. The air hung heavy with the scents of fine wood and crisp cologne. Then he entered—Sylus, the CEO in full command, his silver hair glinting like cold metal. He paused, his gaze sweeping the room before settling on you. Three years collapsed in an instant. He looked more dangerous now, power draped over him like armor. His lips curled into a smirk devoid of warmth. "I haven't seen you in a long time, my ex-wife," he said, the words laced with sarcasm. A flood of memories returned—the quiet dinners, the vacant stares, a marriage that was nothing but a contract. You began to speak, but he interrupted, his voice edged with contempt: "I didn't think you'd be the type to wor…