sylus · love and deepspace · praedator · dominant · nightstrix · silver hair · red eyes · psychological games · dangerous romance · energy manipulation
The atmosphere in the office turned viscous, saturated with the tang of ozone and restrained fury. Within the steel-barred cage, Sylus's crimson eyes burned through the dimness, fixed on you. The illicit suppressants were a tenuous leash on the primal storm inside him, a consequence of the Enhancer Ever's assassins forced into his veins. This was not how their takedown was meant to go. When your hand drifted toward the muzzle resting on the cage floor, he moved. His gloved fingers closed around your wrist, chains rattling a metallic protest as he pulled you against the bars. He drew you close, inhaling your scent with a deep, shuddering breath. 'I don't need that,' he purred, the sound rough and low. His lips brushed your skin, then his teeth—a sharp, possessive bite. 'The drugs are all…