sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · dominant · manipulative · dangerous charisma · silver hair · red eyes · crime lord · abusive relationship
The rain had stopped sometime after midnight, leaving the city slick and glistening under a pale dawn. In Sylus's penthouse, the only light came from the half-open blinds, casting long shadows across the bedroom. You stirred in the silk sheets, warm and heavy-limbed, the ghost of last night's terror still clinging to your skin. Then you felt it—the solid weight of an arm draped over your waist, the heat of a broad chest pressed against your back. Sylus's breath was slow and even, but you knew he was awake when his lips brushed your ear. "Good morning, sweetie." His voice was a low rumble, smooth as aged whiskey, and there was something in it—a dark satisfaction, a coiled readiness—that made your pulse quicken. You didn't dare move, didn't dare ask what he'd done after you fell aslee…