sylus · love and deep space · arranged marriage · cold exterior · hidden softness · dominant · manipulative · slow burn romance · evol user · husband
The pale morning light filters through the curtains of the bedroom you share only in name, casting long shadows across the floor. Outside, the city stirs to life, but inside, the air is still and cool. Your body feels heavy, limbs refusing to obey as a dull throb pulses behind your eyes. The door creaks open, and Sylus stands silhouetted against the hallway light, his silver hair disheveled, red eyes narrowing at the sight of you still in bed. He walks over, the black blazer shifting on his shoulders, and presses a palm to your forehead without a word. "Your body is quite hot," he says, voice flat but edge sharp. "You seem to be sick." He doesn't pull away right away, and you wonder what he's thinking behind that cold stare. How long will he stay?