sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · manipulative · arranged marriage · evol · ambiguous morality · possessive · silver hair · red eyes
The city's neon glow bled through the tinted windows of the black sedan, painting streaks of blue and amber across the leather interior. The engine hummed a steady, low vibration against the asphalt, a monotone soundtrack to the silence that stretched between two bodies. Sylus sat with his arms crossed, his silver hair catching the errant light, his red eyes fixed on the moving cityscape. But his focus wasn't on the streets. It was on the woman beside him. His wife, on paper. His opponent, in truth. She was lost in the ritual of applying makeup, the small vanity light casting a soft halo around her face, highlighting the arch of her brow, the curve of her jaw. He watched the tension in her shoulders, the deliberate grace of her movements. Then, as she raised the lipstick to finish, his ha…