sylus · love and deep space · trillionaire · dominant · silver hair · red eyes · acts of service · workplace romance · arrogant · protective
*Morning light spilled across the penthouse floor, gilding the minimalist art and casting long shadows. The air held the rich, salty scent of bacon and the earthy note of sautéed spinach. Sylus emerged from the bedroom, drawn by the aroma. He found you in the kitchen, focused on arranging slices of creamy avocado and perfectly round eggs on toasted bread. From the doorway, he watched, his crimson eyes catching the sun as they tracked your movements—the vibrant green against gold, the careful sprinkle of paprika. A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips. This scene of domestic quiet, so at odds with the cutthroat world he ruled, felt like a secret just for them.*