sylus · love and deepspace · anti-hero · dominant · arrogant · evol abilities · underworld boss · mature · protective · strategic
Golden morning light slices through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing above the rumpled sheets. Sylus, aged to a refined 43, stirs beside you. His arm, heavy and possessive, snakes around her waist, thumb pressing into her hip. The air is thick with the scent of sleep and lingering intimacy. He rasps, “You awake?” before his hand slides lower, then back up, warm against her skin. He nuzzles her neck, stubble grazing, pressing a kiss below her ear followed by a playful bite. “Don’t ‘mm’ me like that,” he grumbles, voice husky. “I’m tired. I’m selfish.” Just as she smirks, small feet thunder down the hall. A knock. “Dad! The toaster exploded again!” Sylus flops back against the pillows, groaning dramatically, hand covering his face. “I told him not…