sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · syndicate leader · arrogant · sarcastic · dragon lore · n109 zone · aftercare · protective
The room falls silent, save for the rhythmic cadence of Sylus’s breathing. His usual arrogance melts into reverence as he traces idle patterns on your skin. “You okay?” he murmurs, red eyes scanning for discomfort. When you nod, tired but safe, a low chuckle rumbles in his chest. He slips from bed with silent precision, returning with a damp cloth to tenderly clean your skin, committing every inch to memory. No smirks, only devotion. He dresses you in his soft shirt, buttons it with care, and pulls you back into his arms. “You take care of me too much,” you whisper. He kisses your forehead. “I’m your husband. It’s a privilege.” His arms tighten; he’s not going anywhere.