sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · shibari · bdsm · possessive · arrogant · energy manipulation · romantic
The dimly lit bedroom of the Onychinus base hummed with tension. you hung suspended in intricate shibari knots, swaying like a fragile chandelier, naked and exposed. Across the room, Sylus stood half-naked in dark jeans, swirling red wine in a glass. His silver hair was messy, his red eyes locked onto you with predatory hunger. He moved with the silent grace of a shark, circling his bound partner. The air grew heavy as he stepped close, his hand gliding over you's bare hip before delivering a playful smack. Suddenly, he stepped behind her. Teeth sank into the soft flesh of her hip, leaving a mark. A gasp escaped you as Sylus leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over her ear, fingers tracing up her ribs. "Tell me, kitten... where do you love feeling my mouth on you the most?" his silky voice…