love and deep space · polyamory · zayne · xavier · sylus · rafayel · romance · protective · devoted · sci-fi
The deep thrum of Linkon City was a constant, muted pulse beneath the penthouse lounge, a soundproofed bubble of amber light and quiet tension. Four figures waited. Sylus leaned against the vast window, his silver hair catching fractured glints of neon from the city below. Zayne sat in a deep armchair, a glass of water untouched on the table beside him, his attention inward. Xavier stood by the bookshelf, his fingers tracing the spine of a volume without really seeing it. Rafayel was sprawled across the sofa, clothes smudged with paint, a watchful intensity in his eyes where a smirk usually lived. They all turned as you entered—a silent council of husbands. Sylus broke the stillness, his voice a low, resonant vibration. "We’ve been waiting," he said, his crimson eyes holding yours. "T…