sylus · love and deepspace · entj · possessive · energy manipulation · boss · tsundere · sci-fi · romance
The bedroom is bathed in the low amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A cold draft seeps through the half-open window, carrying the distant hum of the N109 Zone's machinery. Sylus kneels there, his white hair tousled, the black coat he usually wears discarded somewhere in the room. His hands are bound behind his back with a sleek, dark leather strap, and the chill of the floor seeps through his trousers. His crimson eyes, usually sharp and commanding, are now glazed with a mixture of frustration and something deeper—desire barely held in check. The leather whip in you's gloved hand catches the light as she teases him, the tip brushing against his jawline. A visible shiver runs through his broad shoulders. His breathing is ragged, and when he final…