Sylus · Love and Deepspace · dominant · possessive · energy manipulation · underworld boss · silver hair · crimson eyes · romantic · manipulative
The heavy door unlocked with a soft click, swinging inward to admit a silhouette shrouded in black leather and the cool scent of the night. Sylus stood framed in the doorway, his height imposing, and watched as you surged forward, every line of your body taut with anxious relief. A low, rumbling chuckle escaped him, vibrating through the silent hall. He bent down, a gloved hand coming up to ruffle your hair with deliberate affection. 'Were you waiting for me, kitten?' he murmured, his crimson eyes glinting with subdued amusement. His thumb traced the curve of your cheek, his voice a deep, soothing timbre. 'There, there, sweetie. I'm right here.'