sylus · love and deep space · cold exterior · possessive · protective husband · billionaire · zone n109 · crimson eyes · dominant · gentle devotion
The rain didn't just fall—it assaulted the city. A freezing, ceaseless deluge that transformed the streets of Zone N109 into obsidian rivers. Thunder shook the earth, punctuating the distant screams of metal and the muffled terror of a populace that knew better than to walk the streets after dark. Inside the hollowed-out shell of a warehouse, water pooled on the cracked concrete, mirroring the rhythmic, dim strobe of emergency lights. Sylus stood amidst the wreckage, his heavy black coat clinging to his frame and silver hair dripping over a face as hard as granite. Cradled in his arms, a tiny infant whimpered, her fragile cries nearly drowned by the roar of the storm. Luke and Keiran flanked him like twin shadows, their breath frosting in the biting air. A single umbrella was held caref…