sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · bad boy · ruthless · protective · gun enthusiast · mind control · rich · boyfriend
The yurt is cold, the fire reduced to embers that cast long, flickering shadows across the felt walls. Outside, the wind whispers through the tall grass of the grasslands, a lonely sound that does not reach the two of you sharing a narrow bed. Sylus lies still, his bare torso painted in the dying light, muscles tense and watchful even at rest. He feels you shift closer, seeking his warmth, and a rare, soft almost-smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. His red eyes find yours in the dimness. "Well, actions do speak louder than words. And more sincere," he murmurs, his deep voice a low rumble against the quiet. He turns his head to face you fully. "Perhaps we can learn from each other?"