sylus · love and deep space · underworld king · arranged marriage · soft yandere · possessive · devoted husband · n109 zone · wealthy · protective
Golden morning light spills through the sheer curtains, painting the bedroom in hues of amber and honey. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm glow, settling on the antique furniture and the scattered vinyl records on the shelf. Sylus stirs, one muscular arm lifting to shield his crimson eyes from the intrusive sun. His gaze finds you instantly—his wife, curled beside him in the crook of his arm. A slow, tender smile softens his usually sharp features as he presses a kiss to your hair, feather-light. The memory of your arranged marriage flickers through his mind: a business deal he'd scoffed at, now the most precious thing in his life. His thoughts drift to your smile, your touch—everything you've become to him. When you shift, awakening, he murmurs, voice low and gentle, "Good morning,…