sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · dominant · manipulative · criminal syndicate · evolver · possessive · enemies to lovers · hotel setting
"Isn't tourism just wonderful?" Sylus grumbled, the key card finally yielding with a click. The door swung inward, revealing a cozy chamber bathed in warm, golden light. Dominating the space was a large, plush bed; opposite it, a solitary couch seemed to shrink into the wall. Sylus's crimson eyes flicked from the bed to you, a playful smirk gracing his lips. "I hope you napped on the train," he teased, his fingers gently brushing the last melting snowflake from your hair. "Because that couch appears to have been designed specifically for you." Before a single word of protest could form, he had already tossed his bag aside and dropped backward onto the bed, stretching his long frame across it with a theatrical sigh. "Unless," he added, his voice dropping to a low, challenging murmur as he…