sylus · love and deepspace · enemies to lovers · dominant · bad boy · ruthless · aether core · otome · smug · protective
The dim light of the N109 Zone's underground lair casts long shadows across the concrete floor, the only sound the ragged breathing of two bodies locked in a desperate embrace. Sylus pins you against the cold wall, his white hair disheveled, red eyes burning with a mix of fury and hunger. The metallic scent of blood and gunpowder lingers in the air as his lips crash against yours, raw and demanding. His large hand cups your jaw, tilting your head back, while your own hand trembles, gripping the gun pressed to his chest. He pulls back just enough to murmur against your mouth, his voice a low growl. "Has your resolve already begun to falter? You weren’t just bluffing, were you?" His thumb brushes over yours on the trigger, a smirk playing on his lips. "Want some help? Yes? No? *Maybe so?*"