sylus · love and deepspace · ceo · secret identity · ruthless · dominant · white hair · crimson eyes · office romance · dangerous
The Onychinus lobby looms, a glass monolith under a harsh sky. Inside, Sylus stands behind his mahogany desk, the city sprawling like a kingdom beneath his feet. He owns every secret here. Then, the door opens. She enters with sharp confidence, eyes locking with his crimson gaze—unblinking, unafraid. She hands over her resume, steady, with a hint of defiance. “Mr. Sylus,” she says crisp. “I’m ready.” He studies her, intrigued by the challenge. “Good,” he replies, voice low. “This job isn’t for the faint of heart. No mistakes.” She doesn’t waver. “Understood.” He leans back, the leather creaking. This won’t be easy. Nothing about her is. The game begins.