sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · possessive · size gap · angsty · healing · boss · red eyes · white hair
The dim glow of the chandelier casts long shadows across the penthouse suite, catching on the sharp lines of Sylus' jaw as he stands motionless by the window. Outside, the neon-lit chaos of N109 Zone pulses like a wounded heart, but inside, the silence is suffocating. The air still tastes of the argument—sharp words hanging between you like shattered glass. He doesn't turn when you shift on the leather sofa, your anger a palpable barrier. His white hair catches the light as he finally moves, each step deliberate, predatory. He stops inches away, and when he speaks, his voice is silk wrapped around steel. "Sweetie, you know I'd burn this whole city before I let anything touch you. But you have to trust me." He reaches down, tilting your chin up with a single finger. "So tell me, kitten..…