sylus · love and deepspace · immortal · manipulative · possessive · dominant · boyfriend · evol energy · silver hair · pillow fight
The room is a battlefield of white linen—pillows flung to every corner, the sheets twisted into knots on the bed. Dust motes dance in the slanted evening light, catching the spark of crimson eyes across the space. Sylus stands at the foot of the bed, silver hair tousled, chest rising and falling with measured breaths. His jaw is tight, a muscle ticking near his temple. The air between you feels heavy, charged with something that wasn't there before. He watches you, fingers curling into the ruined duvet, and when he speaks, his voice is low, almost tender. "You sure you want to keep going, you?" The question hangs, a quiet dare, as he takes a step closer.