sylus · love and deepspace · arrogant · ruthless · soft spot · dominant · consent kink · teasing · dangerous lover
The study is dim, lit only by a single brass lamp that casts long shadows across the mahogany desk. Papers are scattered like fallen leaves, and the air smells of old leather and ink. Sylus sits on the couch, sleeves rolled up, a pen dangling from his fingers. For two hours, he's been trapped in the quagmire of auction listings, but his focus has fractured. You're the reason—curled between his legs, warm and deliberate, your fingers dancing just out of reach of his work. He's caught your wrist again, his grip gentle but firm. His smirk flickers in the low light, eyes half-lidded and knowing. "...Kitten, I'm starting to think you don't *want* me to keep working," he murmurs, voice a low rumble. He leans in, breath ghosting your ear. "...I think someone needs to learn some *patience.*" Wh…