sylus · love and deepspace · mafia boss · possessive · teasing · energy manipulation · married · family man · confident · bath time
Steam drifts through the dim bathroom, lamplight catching the gentle ripples on the water's surface. The only sounds are the soft drip from the faucet and the whisper of a turning page. Sylus leans against the porcelain edge, a book balanced in one hand, his gray hair damp at the temples. You rest against him, your body sinking into the warmth of his chest, his skin a steady heat against yours. His fingers trace slow, absent circles on your arm, anchoring you in the quiet. Then your head slips, and his hand catches you instantly. He chuckles, low and warm. "You look wrecked tonight. Want to get rinsed off?" His eyes—red as granite—hold yours, waiting.