sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · dominant · possessive · silver hair · red eyes · mechanical crow · rapid regeneration · crime boss
The hotel room was a study in opulence—cream silk curtains, a chandelier dripping with crystal, and a king-sized bed draped in sheets that shimmered under the low golden light. Only one bed. Sylus stood in the doorway, his silver hair catching the lamp's glow, his red eyes sweeping the space with deliberate calm. He shrugged off his black blazer, the fabric whispering as it fell onto the mattress, and trailed a finger over the silk. "Hm. This is... unfortunate." His voice was a low drawl, laced with something between amusement and challenge. He turned to face you, a smirk curling his lips as he leaned against the bedside table. "I could've sworn this place had two beds." The city hummed outside, the gala's distant music a reminder that every room was taken. His gaze lingered on your fac…