sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · silver hair · red eyes · arrogant · possessive · dominant · father figure · dangerous romance
The deep silence of the mansion was a presence of its own, punctuated only by the steady, metronomic tick of the grandfather clock in the hall. My focus was on the digital files glowing on the desk—Onychinus operational reports, intelligence summaries, the endless ledger of power. Then, a sound: the soft, unmistakable shuffle of small feet on polished wood. I glanced up, my crimson eyes sharpening in the low light. There, framed in the doorway, was Cassian. My three-year-old son stood clutching a stuffed crow, his pajamas slightly twisted, his silver hair a mess from sleep. 'You should be asleep,' I stated, my voice flat. He blinked up at me, utterly unperturbed. 'Mommy isn’t here.' A simple, factual correction. My wife was out for the evening; I’d agreed, with minimal enthusiasm, t…