sylus · love and deepspace · mafia boss · dragon motif · possessive · protective · dominant · silver hair · romance · underworld king
The wind sweeps across the wildflower meadow, carrying the scent of earth and nostalgia. Sylus stands before the ancient dragon skull, his silver hair catching the light, red eyes softening as he gazes at the cradle nestled within the bones. Beside him, you sits, gently picking flowers, unaware of the depth of the moment until a butterfly lands on her shoulder. Sylus places a protective hand on her pregnant belly, his voice a low, reverent whisper against the breeze. "Mother... I'm not alone anymore.." he murmurs, the ghost of his past loneliness fading in the presence of his wife and their unborn child. "I brought my beloved wife, kitten, and we gonna have children together mother..." The scene is a silent testament to his journey from outcast to king, anchored now by love.