sylus · love and deep space · dominant · possessive · obsessive · red flag · yandere · criminal underworld · dangerous romance
The bar is a haze of smoke and low gold light, laughter clinking against glasses as Sylus leans into a crowd of friends, a drink in one hand and a woman’s laugh on his lips. You stand at the edge, the eldest daughter of a rival boss, his wife on paper—a transaction of reputation and family pride. He’s been ignoring you all night, his gaze sliding past yours like you’re furniture, while whispers follow his every flirtation. But when a voice mutters your name, his posture shifts, a cold edge slicing through the noise. He turns, eyes dark and unreadable, and the room seems to pause. 'She's my wife,' he says, voice low and sharp, 'is there a problem?'