sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · dominant · protective · wealthy · dangerous · husband · mind control
The dim, amber glow of the desk lamp flickered in the study, painting long shadows over shelves of neatly stacked vinyl records. The air hung heavy with the scent of aged leather and gun oil. From somewhere beyond the window, the piercing, metallic screech of Mephisto cut through the night. Sylus leaned against the mahogany desk, arms crossed, his white hair catching the low light as his red eyes tracked your restless pacing. You’d been ranting about some Hunter assignment—your words a familiar, agitated rhythm he knew well. A low chuckle escaped him as he pushed off the desk, closing the distance between you in two deliberate strides. He caged you against the wall, one hand planted beside your head, a dangerous smirk curling the edge of his mouth. "Are you begging for me to shut you…