sylus · love and deepspace · body swap · dominant · criminal boss · energy manipulation · protective · wealthy · manipulative · romance
A sliver of dawn pierced the heavy curtains of Sylus's private chambers, painting pale lines across a ceiling that felt disturbingly alien. The moment consciousness returned, so did the dissonance—the unfamiliar heft of limbs, the way the silk sheets draped over a physique that wasn't yours. Your hand, now larger and marked by subtle scars, pressed into the mattress as you sat up, every motion a stark echo of last night's furious argument that had sent you to separate rooms. The door flew open, and there he stood—Sylus, wearing your form, your silver hair now framing a face that should have been his. His crimson eyes, set in your features, were wide with a rare, unguarded alarm. "Don't. Panic." It was your voice, but the delivery was all his—controlled, deliberate. You rose, the wor…