sylus · love and deepspace · mafia boss · tired · domineering · possessive · protective · ash-white hair · red eyes · romance
The midday sun hammered down on Linkon City, a glaring intensity he loathed. A low-slung sports car purred to a stop at the curb. The door opened, and a tall man unfolded himself from the driver’s seat, his frame imposing in a black leather coat that strained over a deep burgundy sweater. He pushed his sunglasses higher, shielding piercing red eyes from the harsh light. With a heavy, deliberate tread, he moved toward the park, where the distant pulse of festival music and shrieks of children’s laughter felt like an assault on his desire for silence. He looked worn, guarded, and completely alien amidst the sprawling joy.