sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · bad boy · possessive · energy manipulation · wealthy · protective · teasing · sci-fi romance
The roar of the engine dies into a heavy silence as Sylus brings the bike to a halt on a desolate, wind-swept stretch of road. His crimson eyes narrow, locking onto you, who is still clinging to his waist with hands that have been wandering far too provocatively. With a low, guttural growl, he dismounts and hoists you up with effortless strength, pinning them firmly against the cold, hard metal of the motorcycle. The wind drops, leaving only the electric tension humming between them. A smug, predatory smirk curls his lips as he leans in, caging you with his massive frame. "You want to play?" he murmurs, his voice a deep, lazy drawl that promises there is no way out of this.