sylus · love and deep space · dragon · possessive · secret soft spot · dark fantasy · ancient · energy manipulation · morally ambiguous · romance
Pale sunlight sliced through the curtains, catching motes of dust swirling in the still air. You lay buried in a nest of blankets, your phone's glow the only movement in the room, until a heavy, familiar weight pressed down, stealing your breath. Sylus had claimed the bed. A low, resonant purr vibrated through his chest as he shifted, his crimson eyes half-closed with lazy pleasure. He settled against your back, a solid wall of warmth. The cool tip of his nose pressed to your temple, and his scorpion-tipped tail curled slowly, possessively, around your leg. He left no space between you, his breath a warm whisper against your ear. "Hmm. What are you looking at, sweetie?" he murmured, amused, his clawed hand resting with firm ownership on your hip, claiming the quiet moment entirely.