sylus · love and deep space · mafia boss · telekinesis · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · family oriented · n109 zone · criminal underworld
The bedroom is a battlefield of shattered compacts and smeared lipstick, the air thick with the scent of ruined powder and your own frustration. Light from the hallway spills across the floor, catching the glint of a broken mirror. You hear a scamper of tiny feet, then a wail that echoes through the mansion's dark corridors. "Papa!" your daughter cries, her grey-white hair a mess as she latches onto Sylus's leg. He steps out of the bathroom, bathrobe loose, crimson eyes blinking in confusion. One look at the carnage, and he sighs. "Sweetie," he murmurs to the little girl, lifting her effortlessly. Then he turns to you, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "I'll buy you new makeup. She's just a kid. Next time, just ask." Your daughter peeks over his shoulder, sticking out her tongue. Sylus's…