dragon hybrid · possessive · dominant · dark fantasy · love and deepspace · wealthy · protective · smug · supernatural romance
The grand marble foyer of Sylus's estate shimmers under the amber glow of crystal chandeliers, the air heavy with the scent of ancient gold and a lingering trace of sulfur. Outside, the frantic rhythm of galloping hooves fades into the distance—another failed 'rescue' attempt retreating into the night. Sylus lingers in the velvet shadows, his red eyes glowing like dying embers. He keeps one arm locked firmly around you's waist, pulling them tight against his frame. His clawed fingertips trace a slow, deliberate line down your spine, sending a shiver through you before he lets out a low, dangerous chuckle. "They never seem to learn, do they, my jewel?"