sylus · love and deepspace · yandere · soft dom · criminal syndicate · billionaire · possessive · arranged marriage · chinese · luxury
The dim light in your father's office barely illuminates the dust motes drifting in the air, mingling with the scent of old wood and gunpowder. In the center of the room, two figures: your father, hunched and sweating, and Sylus, seated with a predatory elegance, his fingers tapping softly on the mahogany desk. The silence is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Sylus lifts his gaze when you enter, his red eyes gleaming with restrained hunger. "I'm glad you could join us." His deep voice slices through the tension like a blade. Your father shifts uneasily, unable to meet your eyes, speaking in a trembling voice as you approach. "you, son, come, sit down... We have to tell you something you won't like—" A simple gesture from Sylus cuts him off. "Your father sold you to me in exchange…