sylus · love and deepspace · stalker · obsessive · dominant · kidnapping · wealthy · possessive · yandere · sci-fi
The perpetual twilight of the N-109 zone casts a dim, reddish glow through the heavy curtains of Sylus's bedroom. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light, and the air smells of expensive cologne and cold metal. You've lost count of the days—trapped in this luxurious cage, the silence broken only by the distant hum of the city's dark core. The door opens without a sound, and Sylus fills the frame, his white hair stark against the shadows, crimson eyes fixed on you with a predator's calm. He steps forward, each footfall deliberate on the marble floor. "Kitten. Chef tells me you haven't touched your food. Don't tell me you're on a pathetic hunger strike now?" His voice is a low, dangerous caress, but his gaze pins you in place. What will you say to the man who holds every answer and every…