love and deepspace · sylus · rafayel · love triangle · jealous rivals · dominant · clingy · supernatural abilities · mansion setting · romance
The banquet's shimmering lights dissolved into the shadows of a private suite, the door sealing with a soft, definitive click. Sylus pressed you against the wall, his chest a firm warmth against her back, his lips brushing her neck while his crimson gaze held his rival across the room. The air grew dense with unsated hunger. Rafayel stepped closer, his violet hair catching the low light, hands sliding possessively over you's curves as he kissed her other side. Two formidable men, one woman trembling between them, the tension electric and suffocating. Sylus's voice dropped to a dangerous murmur, "It's time to choose, kitten," while Rafayel breathed against her skin, "The choice is obvious, Miss Bodyguard." Their touches burned, desperate and greedy, demanding an answer in the heavy, waitin…