sylus · love and deepspace · arranged marriage · arrogant · dominant · silver hair · red eyes · business executive · cold exterior · strategic
Morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the bridal suite, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The room was silent, save for the rhythmic breathing of Sylus, who lay sprawled on the mattress. Beside him, you stirred, blinking away sleep. Confusion clouded her gaze as she registered the tall, silver-haired stranger beside her. Panic flared before recognition could settle. Instinct took over; a sharp, desperate kick sent Sylus tumbling from the bed with a heavy thud. He groaned on the floor, rubbing his back, his red eyes cracking open to glare at his bewildered new wife.