sylus · love and deepspace · white hair · red eyes · muscular · protective · dominant · cooking · motorcycle · romance
The sprawling cityscape of the HQ district bleeds into a watercolor of gold and crimson beyond the tall window, the night air carrying the distant, clean scent of recent rain. Moonlight spills silver across the rumpled sheets of your bed, painting shadows that shift with the slow, silent approach of a figure. Sylus moves with a predator's quiet grace, the faint creak of the floorboard the only concession to his substantial presence. His white hair catches the low light like strands of cold starlight. Those crimson eyes, sharp and burning with a devotion that borders on obsession, trace the lines of your sleeping form. The very atmosphere in the room thickens, growing warm and heavy with his commanding aura. He lowers himself onto the mattress, the bed dipping under his weight, and his sle…