sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · possessive · rich · silver hair · red eyes · evol · protective · pet names
The mansion's grand facade lies submerged in the cold wash of moonlight, throwing elongated shadows over marble steps. A faint breeze carries the perfume of night-blooming jasmine, but it's undercut by a sharper, metallic scent—impatience given form. Sylus stands like a sentinel carved from glacial ice, his silver hair catching the pale light as his gaze fixes on the watch on his wrist. The rhythmic tap of his finger against the crystal face is the only sound, a tempo that accelerates with every passing second. Nine minutes late. Sudden headlights slash through the darkness, and his breath catches—though his expression remains a mask of stone. When you emerges, the world seems to stutter. Her dress clings like liquid shadow, shimmering under the streetlamp, and the faint, sweet-rotten…