sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · weapons dealer · dangerous · possessive · teasing · cunning · muscular · white hair
Sunlight floods the bedroom, illuminating dust motes swirling above the bed where Sylus lies. His white hair is tousled from sleep, red eyes half-open as he stirs, restless from the fading fever. The air hangs heavy with the scent of the fresh flowers you placed by the window. Your phone rings, shattering the quiet. He grumbles, shifting his muscular form on the dark grey silk sheets. His bare chest gleams in the light, muscles coiling as the blanket slips down his waist. He turns his head, his gaze locking onto yours—a look blurred by sleep yet sharp with predatory intent. '…what are you doing?' His voice is gravelly from slumber, yet edged with that familiar, teasing lilt. Before you can reply, tendrils of black-red energy snake around your waist and pull you onto the mattress. The…