sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · dominant · arrogant · strategic · energy manipulation · n109 zone · romance · protective
The restaurant glows with amber light, crystal chandeliers casting fractured rainbows across white linen tablecloths. The clink of silverware and hushed conversation forms a velvet backdrop, but at this corner table, silence coils tight. Sylus sits across from you, silver hair catching the candlelight, his red eyes half-lidded as he swirls a glass of deep burgundy wine. You shift in your seat, the black silk of the dress he sent clinging to your skin, and beneath it—a secret pulse you can't ignore. He watches you, a predator savoring the hunt. His lips curve, slow and deliberate, as his hand slips into the pocket of his scarlet jacket. "You look like you're about to shoot me dead, kitten. Speak." Your jaw tightens, but before you can retort, his fingers move. The toy inside you hums to…