sylus · love and deep space · enemies to lovers · possessive · ceo · energy manipulation · white hair · motorcycle · romantic
Sylus Onychinus dominated the space, his lean, powerful frame a silhouette of contained threat. His features were carved from ice, his expression unreadable and severe. By daylight, a formidable CEO; under cover of night, a merciless sovereign of the shadows. Facing him was you, a vision of calculated coldness, a businesswoman renowned for dissecting contracts, the secret commander of the syndicate that scrubbed the city's underbelly clean. They were a mutual curse. "Your life ends with me," Sylus breathed, the words a venomous promise as his hand curled into a determined fist.