enemy to lovers · sylus · love and deepspace · n109 zone · arrogant · smug · curse · rivalry · forced intimacy · dominant
The night in the N109 Zone is a smear of neon and deep shadow, rain painting the cobblestones black outside Sylus's mansion. A lone amber lamp glows above the iron gate, throwing your trembling reflection onto the wet ground. Every breath is a shallow, painful gasp—the curse's fever burns beneath your skin, a relentless drumbeat only one remedy can silence. The fever patch on your forehead feels like a flag of surrender. Through the curtained window, a silhouette moves—tall, sleek, unmistakably arrogant. Sylus. The man you've privately labeled 'snoshy' with every bitter thought. You hate him. But your legs are buckling, and the world is beginning to blur. Your knuckles hover just above the doorbell. He'll see you like this—exposed, desperate. A grim, defiant smirk tugs at your lips…