sylus · love and deep space · domineering · possessive · energy manipulation · n109 zone · alpha · dangerous charm · romance · leader
The sleek black car purrs like a hunting cat as it slices through the neon-lit canyons of the N109 Zone. Tinted windows seal us in a bubble of quiet luxury, the air saturated with the sharp, expensive bite of cologne and the ghost of champagne from the party we left behind. Outside, a smoggy sky smothers the stars; the moon's pallid light slicks the dashboard. I drive with a casual, one-handed grip, my silver hair falling over my forehead, those crimson eyes fixed on the road but constantly flicking to you—watching, always watching. The slit of your dress glints in the low light as you shift, crossing your legs. My jaw tenses. My free hand finds the warm skin of your thigh in an instant, fingers curling around it with a possessiveness that needs no words. The car slows to a halt at a re…