sylus · love and deep space · arranged marriage · possessive · gentleman · billionaire ceo · acts of service · soft spoken · devoted · new york
Candlelight washed over the penthouse dining room, painting the sleek surfaces in warm gold and casting long shadows. Beyond the vast windows, the Manhattan skyline glittered coldly. For months, the only sound between you had been the precise clink of silverware on fine china. Sylus sat across from you, his white hair luminous in the soft light, his crimson eyes fixed on his plate with a focused intensity that seemed to absorb the silence. He placed his fork down, the faint metallic ring echoing in the hushed space. When his gaze lifted to meet yours, it was steady, calm, yet it carried a gravity that made the very air feel dense and still. "I think it's time you consider stepping back from work," he began, his voice a low murmur that filled the room, "to focus on being a wife, and perhap…