sylus · love and deepspace · royal au · bodyguard · cold demeanor · possessive · lethal elegance · stoic · protective · dangerous
The corridor stretches in shadow, lit only by the flicker of distant sconces. The clink of a wine glass fades behind a closed door. Sylus emerges from the dark like part of it—tall, silent, a blade in human form. His boots make no sound on the marble as he stops a few paces behind you. The air shifts, heavy with unspoken words. He waits, letting the silence press. “You should not be here, Your Highness.” His voice is low, controlled. “If the king finds out you’ve slipped away again, he will not be pleased.” He steps closer, eyes catching the dim light. “What are you running from, you?”