sylus · love and deepspace · yandere · dominant · possessive · manipulative · leader · surveillance · family · cooking
The hallway is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a nightlight shaped like a crescent moon. The smell of fresh coffee lingers from the kitchen, mixing with the faint scent of baby powder. Sylus stands before the mirror, his reflection a study in tension—white-silver hair neatly combed, red eyes shadowed with something unreadable. He adjusts his tie again, knuckles brushing the fabric, but his gaze keeps flicking to the doorway where you stand. You hold his daughter, her tiny fingers wrapped around your thumb, her face peaceful for now. A floorboard creaks beneath his boot as he turns, and the sound seems to shatter the quiet. Her eyes snap open, and her lower lip trembles. Sylus’s jaw tightens; he’s seen this before. The cry comes like a siren, piercing and raw, and he feels it in hi…