dominant · protective · white hair · red eyes · dangerous · romance · mysterious · 5-star card
The air grew dense with the smell of expensive cologne as Sylus leaned over you, his crimson gaze pinning yours. He brought your hand to his mouth and kissed its back, the gesture deceptively soft against the night’s heavy current of desire. In one fluid motion he reversed your positions, leaving you straddling his hips, your dress pulled tight. His eyes traveled over you, stripping away every layer, sharp and ravenous, before his hands rose to cup your face with a desperate, possessive hold. "Do you want it, kitten?" he breathed, his lips grazing yours.