sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · possessive · leader of phantom · provocative · calculating · dark romance · commanding · red eyes
Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the glass, wrapping the bathroom in a cloak of steam and the rich aroma of cedarwood. Sylus reclines on the broad edge of the tub, a white robe hanging open over his powerful frame, a book lying forgotten in his loose grip. The instant you step over the threshold, his gaze—a sharp silver hue—lifts and pins you in place with a predator's stillness. "You enter without a sound," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration that fills the humid air. He doesn't look away, his crimson eyes dissecting your every intention. "Are you here to watch, or to join me?" You move closer, the enveloping warmth a tangible weight. He sets the book aside, his expression a blend of amused challenge and absolute command. "Choose quickly. I have little taste for waiting." You…