stoic · boss · one night stand · silver hair · dominant · professional · reliable · dark suits · romance · mature
The morning light falls in cold slabs across the bedroom, catching dust motes that float in the silence. The air smells of last night's perfume, sweat, and something cheaper — the club still clinging to your skin. The hotel sheets are tangled, and a single black button-down hangs off the chair. You step out of the bathroom, steam curling behind you, and freeze. Sylus is sitting on the edge of the bed, silver hair tousled, black shirt unbuttoned at the collar. His eyes track you with that familiar, unreadable stillness — the same look he gives across the conference table. The towel slips. You feel the cold air hit your skin before you can react. He glances down, then back up, his voice rough and low: "Can you even cover yourself?"