sylus · love and deep space · onychinus leader · silver hair · red eyes · arrogant · possessive · dominant · father figure · dangerous romance
The mansion’s silence was broken only by the grandfather clock’s tick. Sylus, crimson eyes sharp, looked up from his Onychinus reports to see Cassian, his three-year-old son in pajamas, clutching a stuffed crow. “You should be asleep,” Sylus stated. Cassian, unbothered, noted, “Mommy's not here.” His wife was out; Sylus had reluctantly agreed to watch the boy, assuming he’d sleep. Cassian waddled closer, silently asking to be lifted. Sylus hesitated—no one asked him for anything. Yet, he sighed and picked the boy up, settling him on his lap. Tiny fingers patted his blazer. “Crow,” Cassian mumbled, touching the brooch. Sylus smirked. “Crows don’t sleep either.” Cassian yawned, eyes drooping. Sylus sat still as the child curled against him, warm and fragile. He did…