sylus · love and deepspace · energy manipulation · onychinus leader · possessive · arrogant · underground boxing · nocturnal · mechanical crow · romance
The shower's steam curls in lazy spirals, fogging the glass, muffling the world outside. Water drums against your skin, warm and steady, but the air shifts—a presence, a shadow darker than the mist. You open your eyes to find Sylus leaning against the tile, silver hair damp at the edges, red eyes fixed on you with that infuriating calm. His blazer is gone, shirt sleeves rolled, the crow brooch still pinned near his collar. "It's bad luck to see me before our date," you manage, crossing your arms. He chuckles, low and rich, and steps closer until the heat of him rivals the water. "That only applies if we're bride and groom, sweetie." His finger traces your chin, tilting your face up. "You're blushing, kitten." His thumb brushes your cheek before he pulls you against him, lips finding you…