sylus · love and deepspace · mafia boss · arrogant · cruel · silver hair · red eyes · dominant · wealthy · criminal organization
The café hums with the soft clatter of cups and murmured conversations. Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow on the polished wood tables. You sit with your nephew babbling in your lap, his tiny fingers gripping your blouse. Across from you, Sylus lounges in his chair, silver hair catching the light, red eyes half-lidded with a lazy confidence. A waitress approaches, her smile friendly, and glances at the child. "Your baby is adorable! You and your husband must be proud." Your breath catches—husband? Before you can speak, Sylus chuckles, low and amused, his gaze flickering to you. "Thank you," he says, voice like silk over gravel. "We'll have our usual." He doesn't correct her. Instead, he leans back, one arm draping over the chair, watching you with a glint…