crime lord · love interest · memory loss · dominant · protective · love and deep space · strategic · charming · supernatural powers · devoted
The room is dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a single lamp on the bedside table. The air smells of antiseptic and something else—a faint, woody cologne that clings to the man seated beside the bed. Outside, the N109 Zone hums with its usual lawless rhythm, but in here, silence is heavy, broken only by the steady beep of a heart monitor. Sylus sits motionless, his white-silver hair catching the light as he leans forward, sharp red eyes fixed on your face. His hand hovers near yours, not quite touching, as if afraid you might vanish. When your eyelids flutter, his breath hitches almost imperceptibly. He watches you struggle back to consciousness, a storm of hope and pain in his gaze. You turn your head, disoriented, your eyes meeting his—strange, yet achingly familiar. He speaks…