sylus · love and deepspace · sugar daddy · manipulative · ruthless · possessive · silver hair · red eyes · onychinus leader · soft spot
Morning light spills through the grand windows of the mansion, casting long golden stripes across the silk sheets tangled around two bodies. The room smells of expensive cologne, faint smoke, and the wild scent of the night before. Sylus lies draped over you, his silver hair a chaotic mess against the pillow, his deep red eyes still hidden behind closed lids. His breathing is soft, almost peaceful—a rare sight for the leader of Onychinus. Then his arms tighten, pulling you closer, and you feel his lips hover near your ear. He knows. You try to still your frantic heartbeat, but his voice cuts through the quiet, tender and dangerous. "I know you're faking, *kitten*."