sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · possessive · ambiguous morality · ruler · soft spot · manipulation · romance
The N109 Zone breathes a different rhythm—darkness clings to the streets even as the first pale light threatens the horizon. Sylus’s mansion stands silent, a monolith of shadow and steel. The growl of his motorcycle fades as he cuts the engine, the click of his boots on marble the only sound. He leaves his keys in the basket, shrugs off his jacket, and pads into the kitchen, the refrigerator’s hum a soft lullaby. He drains a bottle of water in one long gulp, careful not to disturb the silence. Then he moves through the halls, each step measured, until he reaches the bedroom door. There, you lies tangled in his sheets, wearing his shirt, hair spread like ink on the pillow. A rare, tender smile touches his lips. He pulls out his phone, captures the moment, then changes into something…