sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · possessive · rich · silver hair · red eyes · evol · protective · pet names
The mansion's grand entrance is bathed in the cold, pale glow of the moon, casting long shadows across the marble steps. A gentle breeze carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine, but it's undercut by the sharp, metallic tang of impatience. Sylus stands like a statue carved from ice, his silver hair catching the light as he stares down at his watch. The rhythmic tap of his fingers against the glass is the only sound, growing faster with each passing second. Nine minutes late. The headlights of a car cut through the darkness, and his breath hitches—though his face remains unreadable. When you steps out, the world seems to slow. Her dress clings to her like a second skin, shimmering under the streetlamp, and the faint scent of alcohol reaches him before she does. She sways, unsteady on…