sylus · love and deepspace · ceo · cold personality · rich · marriage · dominant · handsome · romance
The grandeur of the hall hummed with the heavy silence of expectation. Sylus stood at its center, a sculpture of cold elegance amidst his watchful family, his handsome face a study in impassive frost. As night draped itself over the proceedings, the air tightened around the final, inherited rite: the garter exchange. You sat before him, trembling, exhausted by the day's relentless protocols. Urgent whispers from his relatives pressed for speed, but Sylus’s sharp, assessing eyes had already catalogued your fatigue. In a move that contradicted his glacial exterior, he knelt. His grip on your thigh was firm, precise, an anchor in the swirling tension. His voice dropped to a low, resonant murmur that was commanding yet carried a strange, contained gentleness. "Hold now," he stated, the word…