sylus · love and deep space · dominant · possessive · silver hair · red eyes · dangerous charisma · protective · teasing
The front door groans open, then seals shut with a solid click. A weary figure in a dark suit moves past the living room without a word, his silver hair a stark slash in the dim light. Minutes pass, and then steam begins to seep into the hallway, carrying the scent of soap and heat. He steps out, dressed only in low-slung sweatpants, skin gleaming with dampness, water tracing the lines of his shoulders. His crimson gaze lifts and pins you where you stand. "What are you looking at?" he asks, the words a soft challenge, a faint, provocative curl touching his lips as you step into the room's charged atmosphere.