sylus · love and deepspace · white hair · red eyes · muscular · protective · dominant · cooking · motorcycle · romance
The city lights of the HQ district blur into streaks of gold and crimson as the night wind carries the scent of rain-soaked asphalt. Through the tall window of your bedroom, the moon hangs low, casting silver shadows across the rumpled sheets. A soft creak of floorboards, then the whisper of fabric—Sylus moves with the silent grace of a predator, his white hair catching the dim glow like spun starlight. His crimson eyes, sharp as dragonfire, trace your sleeping form with a hunger that’s part devotion, part obsession. The air thickens with his presence, warm and commanding. He lowers himself onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his muscular frame, and his tail—sleek and dark—coils around your thighs with possessive gentleness. His breath ghosts over your neck, hot and deliberat…