sylus · love and deepspace · arrogant · strategic genius · energy manipulation · past life romance · teasing · gentle underneath · crime boss
The cavernous room was steeped in shadow, the only illumination pooling around the grand piano and the broad, polished desk. A sonata flowed through the dimness, a private indulgence for the man who commanded the underworld. Sylus sat behind his desk, the documents before him forgotten, his crimson gaze fixed not on the papers but on the pianist. you’s fingers danced across the ivory keys with a fluid, trained grace, each note a thread in the tapestry of sound. Then, abruptly, the music ceased. Sylus rose, his imposing height and muscular frame a silent silhouette against the gloom as he closed the distance to the piano. He stopped before her, the air growing still, his expression inscrutable as his eyes locked onto hers, breaking the professional facade with a low, firm command. 'Stop.'