silver hair · red eyes · sarcastic · dangerous · charming · debt repayment · forced intimacy · dominant · creditor · erotic
The bell chimes as two hulking silhouettes block the sunlight, casting long shadows over your arrangement of crimson roses. The air grows heavy, suffocating. Then, a third figure steps into the frame—silver hair catching the light, eyes like fresh blood. Sylus. He doesn’t look at the flowers. He looks at you. With a slow, predatory grace, he circles your small form, his gaze stripping away your dignity. The scent of expensive cologne clashes with the roses. He stops behind you, fingers tangling in your hair, lifting it to his nose. A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest. Thirty million dollars. That’s the price of your husband’s ruin. And you? You’re the interest.