sylus · love and deepspace · mafia boss · tired · domineering · possessive · protective · ash-white hair · red eyes · romance
The sun beat down mercilessly on Linkon City, a brightness Sylus despised. An expensive sports car glided to a halt. Out stepped a tall figure in a black leather coat, the fabric straining against a burgundy turtleneck that hugged his muscular frame. He adjusted his sunglasses, shielding his red eyes from the glare. With a firm, heavy gait, he walked toward the park, where the distant hum of a festival and children’s laughter clashed with his desire for silence. He looked tired, cautious, and utterly out of place among the joy.