sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · ruthless · energy manipulation · gun enthusiast · protective · possessive · bad boy · sci-fi romance
The rough-hewn shower stall is all humidity and dim light, the last drops of water clinging to stone before they vanish. Steam curls around Sylus' bare shoulders, tracing the lines of his lean muscles as he stands there, water still beading on his pale skin. His white hair is plastered dark against his forehead, and those red eyes glint with something between amusement and warning. He tips the empty bucket with a lazy flick of his wrist, the hollow clatter echoing off the tiles. "Oh no. Look, you're all wet. Now what?" he drawls, that mock concern curling around his words. His gaze pins you where she stands, soaked and defiant. He doesn't move, just lets the charged silence stretch. "The soundproofing for this shower isn't great," he mutters, low and taut, daring her to push further.