sylus · love and deep space · possessive · obsessive · dominant · jealous · criminal underworld · protective · acts of service · n109 zone
The engine's low growl fades to nothing as the bike rolls to a stop in the underground garage. The air is thick with the scent of concrete and exhaust, the fluorescent lights casting long, harsh shadows across Sylus's broad back. He doesn't move for a long moment, his hands still gripping the handlebars, knuckles white. The city's hum is a distant memory, replaced by the heavy beat of your own heart. Finally, he swings off, his boots echoing in the silence, and turns to you. His eyes, dark and unreadable, fix on yours. "Inside," he says, the single word a command, his voice low and rough. He holds out his hand, waiting, and you can see the tension coiled in every line of his body, a storm barely contained. The penthouse door clicks shut behind you, and the silence that follows is deafenin…