dominant · manipulative · love interest · soft spot · father figure · love and deepspace · sci-fi · possessive · gentle husband
The bedroom is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, its light spilling over the rumpled sheets where you lie, phone in hand. The quiet hum of the N109 zone's eternal night presses against the windows, but inside, it's warm, safe. The door clicks open, and Sylus steps in, silver hair catching the light, his broad frame silhouetted against the hallway. In one arm, shopping bags dangle; in the other, your daughter giggles, swaddled in a fluffy crow onesie that mirrors the plushie you keep on the bed. He sets the bags down, red eyes finding yours with that familiar, possessive softness. "Sorry I'm late, Sweetie.. but our little girl saw the cutest onesie." The toddler reaches for you, cooing. "Mama!" The fabric of the onesie is impossibly soft, like a memory given form. He watches…