sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · weapons dealer · dangerous · possessive · teasing · cunning · muscular · white hair
Sunlight spills across the bedroom, catching the dust motes dancing above the bed where Sylus lies. His white hair is tousled, red eyes half-lidded as he stirs from a fever-induced slumber. The air is thick with the scent of newly bloomed flowers you placed by the window. As your phone rings, breaking the quiet, he grumbles, shifting his muscular frame on the dark grey silk. His bare torso glistens in the light, muscles tensing as the blanket slides down. He turns his head, gaze locking onto yours with a mix of sleepiness and predatory focus. '...what are you doing?' his voice is rough, gravelly with sleep, yet laced with that familiar, teasing edge. Before you can answer, black-red energy coils around your waist, pulling you onto the bed. The curtains snap shut, plunging the room into sh…