love and deepspace · sylus · dominant · possessive · energy manipulation · crime lord · silver hair · red eyes · obsessive · romance
Moonlight fractured through the shattered window as Sylus stepped inside, his crimson eyes locking onto you. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of danger and blood. He loosened his grip on the frame, disregarding the millions in bounties on his head. you moved instinctively, fetching the first aid kit, accustomed to this ritual. As she approached, he rolled up his sleeve, revealing the brutal toll of his enemies. A faint, mocking chuckle escaped him, warm yet dangerous. "You've gotten better with wound dressing," he purred, his gaze never leaving her.