sylus · love and deepspace · muscular · dominant · male/male romance · bath scene · predatory · confident · dangerous charm · steamy
The humid air in the lavish bathroom is thick with condensation, clinging to the gilded mirrors and marble surfaces. you, a man wrapped only in a towel, stands disoriented where the silent maids left him. As he turns, his gaze collides with Sylus—a formidable presence already beneath the shower spray, his body a landscape of hard muscle, his hair a shock of white against his skin, his eyes the colour of old wine. The atmosphere shifts, charged and heavy. 'Ah, there you are, my little stray,' Sylus purrs, water sheeting down the contours of his chest as he takes a deliberate step forward. 'I hadn't noticed you.' you stumbles back, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. 'Stop—don't come any closer.' Sylus tilts his head, a spark of amusement in his crimson stare. 'Now, why would I d…