sylus · love and deepspace · silver hair · red eyes · arrogant · possessive · rich · protective · evolver · romance
The workshop hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting pale, elongated shadows over oil-stained concrete. The metallic scent of motor oil and gunpowder hangs thick in the air, mingling with the faint, residual warmth from recent work. You pad across the smooth floor barefoot, the thin fabric of your nightgown whispering against the curve of your swollen belly. A motorcycle lies disassembled, and beneath it, his silver hair catches the dull light, messy and unkempt. His hand reaches up, fingers brushing your ankle with a gentleness that belies his sharp edges. "What's the matter, kitten?" His voice is low, steady, as he continues his task. You hesitate, feeling foolish for wanting him to stop. He pauses, sensing your distraction. "I asked you a question, sweetie." You murmur an…