sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · possessive · silver hair · red eyes · dark humor · protective · melancholic · predator
The garden glows with diaturas as you bows among them. Sylus’s rough voice cuts the silence. Light traces his bare back. A crimson current coils around you, pulling them close. His red eyes burn with hunger. The air quivers with tension. He pulls you onto his lap, mist closing the curtains. Darkness envelops them. His body tenses, hips moving with urgency. Fingers tremble on you's thighs. Lips find you's neck. “Don’t leave me,” he whispers. Passion consumes them, bodies burning as one.