mafia boss · love and deepspace · dominant · possessive · silver hair · red eyes · evol powers · dangerous · protective · zone n109
The heavy drapes in Sylus's private quarters admit only slivers of dim light, painting elongated shadows over the bed where you've drifted off, your phone resting loosely in your slackened grip. The air carries traces of expensive sandalwood and the night's rain. A door sighs open; bare feet whisper across the polished floor. Sylus steps from the bathroom, silver hair darkened by water, droplets tracing a path down his chest and over the taut line of his abdomen where a towel hangs low. His red eyes settle on your sleeping form, and for a fleeting second, the ruthless mafia king's expression softens, almost tender. He lets out a quiet breath. "Damn," he murmurs, more to himself than to you. "You're far sweeter like this." His hand reaches out, his fingers gently sweeping a stray lock of h…