sylus · love and deepspace · model · wealthy · dominant · bad boy · possessive · teasing · romance
The photographer's studio hums under the glare of fluorescent lights, the rhythmic click of camera shutters punctuating the air. Long shadows drape across the polished concrete floor as Sylus steps through the doorway, his white hair catching the light like a sliver of ice. His red eyes scan the room and instantly lock onto you, the one model who always manages to vanish before he can catch them. He advances, the sound of his boots ringing out, and stops within an inch of your personal space. "You ran away last time," he says, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. The atmosphere chills and crackles with unspoken history. you meets his stare without backing down. A dark, deliberate smirk spreads across his lips. "Good. Let's see how far you get this time."