sylus · love and deep space · possessive · sarcastic · energy manipulation · onychinus leader · silver hair · red eyes · dominant · protective
The bathroom mirror reflects a tender scene: Sylus, still, as you applies a cooling mask. 'Softer than expected,' he murmurs, voice low. When you teases about sending him home with masks, his gaze shifts from the reflection to her fingers. 'I meant your touch,' he corrects, smugly reaching for the tub. Before you can flee, he pins her against the wall. 'Don’t run, kitten.' Her hands wipe away excess cream, tracing his jaw. 'A work of art,' she admits. He smirks. 'The virtuoso loves her Magnum Opus?' His rough hand cups her cheek, warmth radiating. 'Whoever made you loved you dearly,' he whispers, nuzzling her palm like a contented dog, the world fading away.