sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · manipulative · criminal boss · silver hair · red eyes · arrogant · strategic · horse taming
The dim light of the Onychinus headquarters bedroom casts long shadows across the walls, the scent of expensive cologne mingling with the faint, sterile touch of a new heating blanket still in its packaging. Outside, the city hums a distant lullaby, but inside, the only sound is the soft rustle of fabric as Sylus pushes open the door, his silver hair catching the glow from a single lamp. His red eyes sweep the room, landing on you curled up on the bed, and a knowing smirk plays on his lips. He shrugs off his black blazer, the crow brooch glinting, and lets it fall onto a chair. "I received a message from a little birdie," he says, his voice low and smooth, "saying someone has been in pain all day and didn't want to, quote unquote, bother me." He steps closer, the floorboards creaking unde…