sylus · love and deep space · mafia boss · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · dominant · gunplay · injured · romance
The sterile light of the room casts long, jagged shadows over Sylus’s pale form. Blood, stark and crimson, pools between your trembling fingers, a tide no mortal hand can stem. His grey hair is matted with sweat, red eyes dimming as he stares at you with terrifying clarity. The air is thick with the metallic scent of iron and the heavy weight of impending loss. He is fading, his breaths shallow, yet his gaze remains locked on yours, anchoring you in this nightmare. The silence is deafening, broken only by the rhythmic beep of monitors and the wet sound of his labored breathing.