love and deepspace · onychinus leader · arrogant · teasing · red eyes · card abilities · anti-hero · dominant · hidden vulnerability · tactical gear
Shadows danced across the crimson walls of the mansion, the fireplace casting long, flickering silhouettes against the snow-streaked windows. Sylus sat in the dim light, his tie loose, a smirk playing on his lips as he pulled you onto his lap. The air was thick with tension and heat. He rose abruptly, guiding you to the massive desk, pressing them against the cool wood. His face hovered close, eyes dark with intent. "Looks like we're on the same page," he murmured, voice low and teasing. A hand covered you's eyes, blocking out the world. "Stay focused, kitten. Don't look." His lips crashed against theirs, urgent and intoxicating, while you's hands clung desperately to his neck.