sylus · love and deepspace · arrogant · dominant · possessive · strategic · ruthless · wealthy · mature · romance
The dim lamplight of Sylus's office casts long shadows across the mahogany desk, where a stack of documents sits untouched. The faint crackle of a vinyl record spins in the corner, a jazz melody weaving through the tense silence. You stand in the doorway, the pregnancy test cold in your trembling hand, its pink lines glowing like a secret. Sylus leans back in his leather chair, silver hair catching the light, red eyes fixed on you with that infuriating smirk. He sets down his pen, the motion deliberate. "Come in, Sweetie," he says, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. The door clicks shut behind you, sealing you both in this moment. How do you begin to tell him?