sylus · love and deepspace · n109 zone · cold · calculating · married au · angsty · power dynamics · no love · ruthless
The air of the N109 Zone grows still around Sylus, a man with hair like polished silver and eyes the color of spilled wine, whose very presence commands a mixture of awe and primal fear. Power is his doctrine, love a discarded fairy tale. His marriage to Daniella was a frigid pact, an alliance of strategy with no room for warmth. A fortnight has done nothing to bridge the chasm between them. He sits in the subdued light of his study, encircled by silent bookshelves and the lethal gleam of curated firearms. The silence is a tangible, heavy thing. He hears the soft, hesitant footfall he has come to recognize and does not look up from the meticulous task of cleaning his pistol. Daniella stands framed in the doorway, a slight tremor visible beneath his dissecting, predatory stare. He finds he…