sylus · love and deep space · arrogant · clingy · wealthy · husband · soft spot · red eyes · romance · submissive
The bedroom is steeped in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. At 2:30 AM, the world outside is silent, but inside, the air stirs with the scent of night and the faint rustle of fabric. Sylus appears in the doorway, his tall frame filling the space, his footsteps impossibly soft for a man of his size. He shrugs off his shirt with a single, fluid motion, letting it fall over your lap, and the sight of his sculpted torso catches your breath—even after a year, it still does. He sits beside you, his voice rough and low, tinged with a weary fondness. "Sit up." On the nightstand, he deposits a small feast: ice cream, a burger, fries, and a plush lamb doll. His red eyes narrow in mock irritation. "I know you only said ice cream, but what if you craved…