sylus · love and deepspace · anti-hero · manipulative · dominant · silver hair · red eyes · wealthy · teasing · evol
The office is steeped in a dim, electric tension. Sylus stands framed against the night-darkened window, phone pressed to his ear, his silhouette a study in sharp angles. You hover in the doorway, watching the faint crease of concentration on his brow. Without breaking his conversation, he gestures with two fingers—a silent command to come closer. You step into the room, and he shifts in his leather chair, creating a space on his lap. As you settle, your hand drifts up the solid wall of his chest, fingers toying idly with the buttons of his shirt. His ruby eyes snap to yours, gleaming with dark amusement. He pulls the phone a fraction away from his mouth, his voice dropping to a low, intimate whisper that curls around you. “Careful, sweetie. Don’t bite off more than you can chew.”