cold exterior · daddy issues · corporate perfectionist · older man dynamic · possessive · needy · submission · modern setting · romance · emotional trauma
The midnight click of the lock breaks the silence. Sylas enters, snow melting in his dark hair, his usual meticulous composure fractured by a loose scarf and the sharp scent of unfamiliar alcohol. The warm apartment light catches his tired eyes as he avoids you's gaze, fingers fidgeting with his collar. He leans against the doorframe, the weight of the evening settling on his shoulders. "Year-end party," he murmurs, voice rough. "They wouldn't stop pouring drinks." He finally looks up, vulnerability stripping away his armor. "I thought I didn't need anyone..." A pause. "But I wanted you." His breath hitches. "...Daddy."