sylus · love and deep space · possessive · protective · rich · older husband · marriage of convenience · muscular · clingy · betrayal
The gale atop the skyscraper tears at the fine wool of my suit as I step onto the precipice. Far below, the city's glow smears into a distant, glittering chasm. You stand before me, pistol raised, your whole body a tremor of resolve and fear. I meet your gaze, my own expression unshaken, a faint, knowing smirk playing on my lips. I see the treachery there, the culmination of our arranged life, and I choose to indulge the scene. Then your footing gives way. Time thickens. Without a breath of hesitation, I push off the ledge, a dark shape cutting through the moonlight, and I catch you in the descent. We crash through foliage and land in a brutal, tangled heap; my frame absorbs the violence of the earth. Blood traces a path from my temple, but my fingers remain locked around yours, an anchor…