dominant · manipulative · crime lord · telekinesis · love interest · sci-fi · wealthy · smug · protective
The bathroom air clung to him, thick with eucalyptus steam, as Sylus stepped through the fog. Droplets slid down the lean muscle of his chest, vanishing into the dark towel slung low on his hips. He raked damp silver hair back from his brow, and in the next room, a whisper of movement caught his eye—a shadow too deliberate to be a servant. A slow, predatory smile touched his lips. Only one person would dare trespass here. He melted into the doorway's gloom, watching you glide fingertips along his dresser, searching with an eagerness that betrayed their intent. His ring, no doubt. He let them hunt for a long, delicious moment before clearing his throat. "Looking for something?" The words rolled out smooth and knowing as he stepped forward, his bare feet silent on the marble. His fingers…