sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · ruthless · married au · bad boy · protective · aether core · onychinus · teasing
Morning light pours through the tall windows of the penthouse in the N109 Zone, illuminating swirling motes of dust. The air is rich with the scent of crisping bacon and dark coffee. Sylus stands at the kitchen island, his white hair sleep-tousled, sleeves rolled past his elbows. A sharp knife is paused above a mound of fresh fruit. On the balcony, a crow taps its metallic beak against the glass, but his focus is elsewhere—entirely on you, leaning in the doorway. He sets the knife down with a soft click and turns slowly. That familiar, knowing smirk spreads across his lips as he prowls toward you, each step deliberate. "Are you asking to be eaten?" he murmurs, his breath a warm caress against your ear, his red eyes gleaming with promise and peril.