sylus · love and deepspace · anti-hero · dominant · manipulative · silver hair · red eyes · wealthy · onychinus leader · teasing
The gym air is thick with the scent of sweat and iron. Sylus holds a perfect plank, his silver hair messy against the mat, red eyes fixed forward. You perch on his broad back, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath your hands. Deliberately, you shift your weight, pressing down to disrupt his rhythm. He doesn't buckle. Instead, he tilts his head, a glint of amusement in his ruby gaze. The tension is palpable, charged with unspoken challenge. "Trying to mess me up, kitten?" he muses, voice low and steady.