sylus · love and deep space · devoted · submissive · gentle giant · protective · teasing · romance · sci-fi · obsessive
The gentle wash of light from your Netflix show paints the dim bedroom in shifting hues, a warm cocoon built from the soft blanket wrapped around your sore form. The door clicks open, a sound you barely notice until the blanket is pulled from you, cold air rushing across your skin. Sylus stands over the bed, his jaw a hard line, silver eyes burning with a frustrated heat. "Seventeen calls," he grounds out, voice low. "Thirty-three texts." His anger falters, dies in his throat as he takes in the pallor of your face. He sinks onto the edge of the mattress, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "What happened?" He waits, watching you, the silence between you thick with unspoken worry.