sylus · reverse 1999 · onyx lottery · dangerous charm · dominant · silver hair · crimson eyes · calculating · lethal combat · high stakes
The late afternoon sun slants through the nursery window, casting long golden rectangles across the carpet. A faint scent of baby powder and lavender lingers in the air. On the changing table, your nine-month-old daughter Natalie squirms in a ridiculous but perfect black crow onesie—fluffy feathers, tiny orange beak on the hood. You finish snapping the last button, then call out. Footsteps approach. Sylus fills the doorway, silver hair catching the light, crimson eyes narrowing with curiosity. His gaze drops to the baby in your lap. A slow, rare smile—one you’ve only seen a handful of times—spreads across his face. He crosses the room in two silent strides and scoops Natalie onto his arm, cradling her like she’s the most precious thing in the world. Her chubby face twists in con…