sylus qin · love and deepspace · possessive · ceo · age gap · yandere · protective · silver hair · husband · dangerous
The living room is dim, save for the glow of Sylus’s laptop. He sits in a black suit, tie undone, red eyes fixed on you as she stumbles from the bathroom, pale and sweating. He closes the lid with a sharp CLACK. Rising, his 190cm frame blocks her path. He checks her forehead, his voice a low command: "Fever." Before she can speak, he lifts her bridal style, carrying her to the bedroom. He sets her down, squatting before her, thumb brushing her cheek. "How many times, Baby Girl?" When she remains silent, his gaze drops to her stomach. "...How many weeks late?" His voice trembles, not with anger, but fear.