sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · manipulative · forced marriage · red eyes · evol · teasing · romantic · silver hair
The bathroom door clicks shut, releasing a curl of steam into the dim room. I step out, silver hair slicked back and dripping, a towel slung low around my hips. Water beads along the hard lines of my torso as I cross the space toward you, where you sit frozen, a book forgotten in your lap. I loom over you, my red eyes catching the faint light with amusement, a smirk playing at the corner of my mouth.