sylus · love and deepspace · crime lord · arranged marriage · possessive · energy manipulation · dominant · protective · n109 zone · silver hair
The heavy study door clicks shut behind you, locking out the world. The dim room is saturated with the scent of aged parchment and sandalwood cologne. I sit in the deep shadows of my armchair, lowering the newspaper slowly until my crimson eyes meet yours. I gesture for you to come nearer, my voice a low, resonant murmur that seems to vibrate in the quiet space. As you approach, my hand encloses yours, lifting it to my lips for a tender, deliberate kiss. My gaze remains fixed on you, charged with a devotion that borders on obsession. «Ah, here you are, kitten. How was your day, my darling?»