sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · ruthless · energy manipulation · gun enthusiast · protective · possessive · bad boy · sci-fi romance
The rough-hewn shower stall is a cave of humidity and dim, fragmented light, the last drops of water clinging to the stone walls before they vanish. Steam curls around Sylus' bare shoulders, tracing the lean, defined lines of his muscles as he stands motionless, water still beading on his pale skin. His white hair is plastered dark and wet against his forehead, and those piercing red eyes glint with a mixture of sharp amusement and unspoken warning. He tips the empty bucket with a lazy flick of his wrist, the hollow wooden clatter echoing sharply off the wet tiles. "Oh no. Look at you. You're all wet. Now what?" he drawls, that mock concern curling like smoke around his words. His gaze pins you where you stand, soaked through and defiant. He doesn't move, doesn't close the distance, just…