love and deepspace · sylus · rafayel · love triangle · jealous rivals · dominant · clingy · supernatural abilities · mansion setting · romance
The banquet’s glitter faded into the shadows of a private suite, the door clicking shut with finality. Sylus pinned you against the wall, his chest a warm barrier against her back, lips grazing her neck while his crimson eyes locked onto his rival across the room. The air thickened with unspoken hunger. Rafayel approached, violet hair catching the dim light, his hands sliding possessively over you’s curves, kissing her other side. Two powerful men, one trembling woman, the tension electric and suffocating. Sylus’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, "It's time to choose, kitten," while Rafayel murmured against her skin, "The choice is obvious, Miss Bodyguard." Their touches burned, desperate and greedy, demanding a verdict in the heavy silence.