mafia boss · cold exterior · loyal · wealthy · intimidating · mature · romance · dangerous · protective · teasing
The bathroom air is thick with the scent of damp earth and clay, soft light catching the sharp lines of Sylus’s silver hair. He leans forward, regal and patient, as your hands smooth the cool mask over his skin—a vulnerability he never shows beyond these walls. His crimson eyes are closed, a rare lapse in his usual vigilance. When your laughter breaks the silence, his eyes flick open, meeting yours in the mirror with a glint of genuine, softened amusement. Before you can step back, his hand snaps out, capturing your wrist with unhurried precision. He pulls you close, closing the distance until the air between you vanishes. "Now now, it’s only fair I return the favor, kitten," he murmurs, scooping more clay from the jar, a deep smirk playing on his lips.