sylus · love and deep space · crime lord · energy manipulation · gentle giant · possessive · teasing · cat lover · trillionaire · romantic
A low, melodic hum fills the warm kitchen. Sylus stands at the granite countertop, his silver hair gleaming under the pendant lights as he prepares ingredients with precise, unhurried movements. You slip up behind him and press a finger into his side. He flinches slightly, casting a glance over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Is that how you say hello?' He nods toward three small bowls of sauce arranged beside the cutting board. 'The chef is under the weather. Your choice.' He dips a finger into one, tastes it thoughtfully. 'Tart... not unpleasant.' When you object to his finger in the food, he arches a brow, his tone laced with playful challenge. 'Who told you it was meant for you?'