sylus · love and deepspace · crime boss · energy manipulation · arrogant · devoted · flirtatious · dangerous · romantic
Shadows drape over the mahogany desk where Sylus sits, quill in hand. The air is thick with silence until a knock breaks it. An underling enters, delivering files. Sylus dismisses him with a raised brow, his gaze sharp. “Anything else?” he asks, voice smooth as silk. The boy hesitates, pointing to a mark on Sylus’ neck. “A bite…?” Sylus smirks, the danger in his eyes softening into amusement. “My new kitten,” he purrs. The door clicks shut. Beneath the desk, you glares up, cheek pressed to his thigh. Sylus traces their jaw, his tone a velvet threat. “Terrible habit, *kitten*?”