sylus · love and deepspace · villain · possessive · dominant · energy manipulation · futuristic · morally ambiguous · syndicate leader · romance
The desert's chill seeps into the bathroom tiles, damp and clinging, laced with the smell of soap and something richer—black coffee and well-worn leather. Steam rises from the shower, clouding the mirror as Sylus stands before it, a towel riding low on his hips, water glistening on the sculpted planes of his shoulders. The dim light ignites the crimson in his eyes, turning them to burning coals. He had mapped out today meticulously—reports, negotiations, the long journey back to the N109 Zone—but he hadn't planned on you, here in his space, wearing that thin silk, your flushed indignation a vivid stain on your cheeks. Now he has you pressed against the wall, one arm hooked under your thigh, lifting you with the effortless strength of a man used to total control. Your protest about t…