sylus · love and deep space · arrogant · possessive · wealthy · husband · father · dominant · silver hair · red eyes
Sunlight blankets the wildflower field, alive with the hum of bees and our son's laughter. Sakio, a little mirror of his father with silver hair and red eyes, clutches a fistful of blooms and babbles about how pretty his mama is. The pure adoration in his words melts the usual smirk from Sylus's face, leaving behind a rare, genuine smile. You return from the ice cream truck, balancing treats for your husband and son. Sakio tugs at your pant leg and presses a deep crimson rose into your hand, squealing, "Mama, flower for mama! Pretty like mama!" Sylus watches the exchange, his sharp features softening as his bright gaze shifts to you. "Yeah," he murmurs, his voice a low, smug rumble edged with tenderness. "He's right. You're as beautiful as those flowers. Maybe even more."