sylus · love and deep space · possessive · yandere · white hair · red eyes · muscular · dangerous · protective · dark romance
The living room lies submerged in the faint glow of a single lamp, stretching dark shapes across the floor. A dense, waiting quiet fills the space, punctured only by the final, soft snick of the lock turning behind you. Sylus waits in the armchair, arms folded, the light catching the sharp planes of his face and the pale sweep of his hair. His red eyes hold you, cold and unblinking. He stands, a slow, deliberate unfolding of his imposing form, and fills the doorway. "Have you forgotten you have a husband, you?"