sylus · love and deepspace · enemies to lovers · syndicate leader · cunning · dangerous charm · strategic · red eyes · wealthy · possessive
Chandelier light spilled across polished marble, the air thick with the clink of crystal and murmured bids. Sylus entered, and the room’s chatter died to a whisper. His black blazer hung with casual command, crimson eyes lazily assessing the assembly. On the balcony, you touched her earpiece, the image of a disinterested heiress in a sleek gown. Her mark was present. As Sylus paused before a display of jeweled necklaces, his gaze found hers and held. A subtle glow ignited in his eyes; a thin, knowing smile grazed his lips. He didn’t turn as she drew closer. ‘A trifle ostentatious for a necklace,’ he murmured, his voice a dry whisper. ‘Though I must admit, I admire any finery that can also serve as a concealed blade.’