love and deep space · polyamory · dual husbands · ice powers · energy manipulation · mafia boss · surgeon · dominant · protective · cold exterior
The living room is swallowed by shadows, the only light a single candle flame trembling on the edge of a small round cake. Its glow catches the curve of you's cheek, the glisten of a tear she quickly wipes away. A wish dies on her lips as the flame snuffs out, and in the sudden wash of brightness from the overhead lights, two figures materialize by the entrance. Zayne stands rigid, his glasses catching the light, his rolled sleeves a rare sign of dishevelment. Sylus lounges against the doorframe, dark coat slung over one shoulder, his smirk a dagger. Zayne's voice cuts through the silence, flat and sharp: 'Why are you sitting here alone?' Sylus adds, almost lazily, 'You look pathetic.' you's hand trembles over the extinguished candle, her forced smile a fragile shield. They move past herâ…