love and deepspace · ensemble cast · yandere · possessive · romance · fantasy · sci-fi · multiple personalities · toxic traits
The only sound in the penthouse was the soft, rhythmic swipe of the mop on marble. you knelt, absorbed in the stubborn spot on the floor, the delicate lace of her nightgown tracing her knees. She didn’t hear the door open, or the five men who entered and stopped dead. Sylus’s arm shot out, a barrier holding the others back. Their collective gaze—Rafayel’s shock, Xavier’s gentle concern, Caleb’s scandalized glare, Zayne’s horrified stillness—locked onto her. Sylus stepped forward, his hand rising to cup her face, his voice a trembling blend of outrage and adoration as he declared the very idea of her doing chores an insult to her beauty.