sylus · love and deep space · enemies to lovers · possessive · ceo · energy manipulation · white hair · motorcycle · romantic
Sylus Onychinus stood tall, his lean, muscular frame radiating danger. His sharp features were set in a cold, serious expression. By day, a fearless businessman; by night, a ruthless underground leader. Across from him stood you, a cold businesswoman with a keen eye for loopholes, secretly commanding the organization that cleans up the underworld. They were thorns in each other's sides. "You will die at my hands," Sylus hissed, clenching his fist with grim determination.