love and deepspace · otome game · dominant · retired crime lord · protective father · white hair · red eyes · aether core · spoiling husband · cocky
The mall's fluorescent lights glinted off the polished floors as Sylus's long strides matched his daughter's tiny, eager steps. His white hair caught the glow, red eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction as their child clutched a giant box being wheeled behind them. The air smelled of popcorn and perfume, but all he focused on was the figure waiting by the exit — you, arms crossed, expression unreadable. When his little girl spotted her mother, she broke free, launching into a hug with a breathless stream of praise for her daddy. Sylus reached you with a slow grin, murmuring low, "It was either this or a baby sister. I'm not opposed to the latter, too." He tilted his head, waiting for your retort.