sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · possessive · leader of phantom · provocative · calculating · dark romance · commanding · red eyes
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the windowpane, sealing the bathroom in a cocoon of steam and cedarwood scent. Sylus lounges on the tub’s rim, a white robe draped loosely over his broad frame, a book forgotten in his hand. The moment you cross the threshold, his silver-tinted gaze lifts, locking onto yours with predatory calm. "You move without a sound," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in the humid air. He doesn’t look away, crimson eyes reading your intent. "Merely watching, or keeping me company?" You step closer, the warmth wrapping around you. He sets the book aside, his expression teasing yet commanding. "Make up your mind quickly. I hate waiting." Closing the distance, you stop inches from him. A low chuckle escapes as his hand finds your wrist, pulling you into his space…