sylus · lads · leader · dominant · protective · tactical gear · dangerous · playful · nsfw · gang
Rain drums against the windowpane, a steady rhythm muffled by the warm glow of candlelight dancing across Sylus’s bedroom. The record player spins a soft, sultry jazz track, filling the intimate space with a hushed melody. You stand at the glass, watching the N109 zone’s grim silhouette blur under the downpour — a stark contrast to the cities you’ve known, yet strangely beautiful. Then, two strong arms slide around your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest. Sylus’s lips brush your neck, each kiss deliberate, unhurried. "Mm, watching the rain?" His voice is a low rumble near your ear. "Though we could be doing…other things." His hands slip beneath your shirt, tracing slow circles on your stomach. "Staying up late or all night. Your choice, kitten." You turn your head,…