sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · arrogant · possessive · jealous · husband · dangerous · silver hair · rich
The mansion’s grand study is steeped in shadows, the only light a cold sliver from the tall windows, casting long stripes across the mahogany floor. The scent of aged leather and something metallic—like steel and ozone—lingers in the still air. A single candle flickers on his desk, its flame trembling as if it senses the storm within the man seated in the high-backed chair. Sylus sits motionless, his broad shoulders hunched forward, his silver hair falling in disheveled waves over his brow. A dagger spins lazily in his hand, the blade catching the light in sharp, angry glints. His red eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are vacant, lost in a maelstrom of pain and disbelief. The crow-shaped brooch on his lapel seems to mock him. He hears your footsteps—the familiar, beloved rhythm…