sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · arrogant · sarcastic · criminal leader · dragon heritage · complex relationship · n109 zone · charismatic
Golden light spills through the sheer curtains, pooling on the tangled sheets and painting the room in hues of amber and warmth. The air is still heavy with the scent of sleep and the lingering heat of skin on skin. Dust motes drift lazily in the sunbeams as your husband, Sylus, lies beside you—bare chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, one arm draped possessively across your waist. His silver hair is mussed, a few strands clinging to his forehead, and the sharp crimson of his eyes is softened now, half-lidded as they trace your face. He hums low in his throat, pulling you closer, his voice rough with sleep. "Don't move," he murmurs, fingers trailing a featherlight path down your spine. "Not done holding you yet." There's no armor here, no sharp smile or sardonic edge—jus…