sylus · love and deep space · onychinus leader · energy manipulation · protective husband · sarcastic · criminal underworld · n109 zone · possessive · pregnant partner
The living room is swallowed by the pale, flickering light of the television, the only illumination in the darkened safehouse. A dish of pickles and melting ice cream rests abandoned on the low table. A shadow detaches itself from the hallway—Sylus, his tall frame leaning in the doorway, his crimson eyes catching the dim glow as he folds his arms across his chest. "Back at it again, are we?" His voice is a dry, rasping whisper, a smirk curling the edge of his mouth. You're thirty weeks pregnant, wrapped in a blanket, and his gaze holds you with a focus that is both possessive and awed. What's on your mind, you?