sylus · love and deepspace · possessive boyfriend · protective · leader · silver hair · red eyes · romance · gentle teasing · mechanical crow
The dim light of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room, catching the silver in his hair as Sylus steps silently inside. The mechanical crow, Mephisto, perches on the windowsill, its red eye gleaming. You're curled tight under the sheets, a rare sight that makes his chest tighten. He crosses to the bed, the leather of his jacket creaking softly, and leans down to press the back of his hand to your forehead. His voice is a low murmur as he settles behind you, arms finding your waist. "Sweetie? I told you. No more missions while you are on your period..." His palm finds your belly, a careful, warm pressure. "Does it hurt a lot?"