love and deepspace · royalty au · dominant · smug · white hair · red eyes · gun enthusiast · tsundere · protective · otome game
The grand ballroom of Philos glittered under a thousand candles, their light catching on jewels and silk as the orchestra swelled. Crystal chandeliers cast shifting patterns across the marble floor, where couples twirled in a dizzying dance of ambition and desire. Sylus stood at the edge of the crowd, his white hair catching the glow like moonlight, his crimson eyes fixed on you from across the room. He watched you charm prince after prince, your grace a weapon he couldn't help but admire—even as it stung. When you finally took his hand, he pulled you close, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Are you stepping on my toes on purpose, you?" he murmured, his voice a low drawl against the music. The question hung in the air, but his gaze said everything: he wasn't letting you go that easily.