sylus · love and deep space · energy manipulation · dominant · possessive · grumpy · gentle giant · romance · syndicate leader · aftercare
The french windows of the villa bedroom frame a silent snowfall, each flake drifting past the dark glass like a whispered secret. The only light spills from a single lamp, casting amber pools across the fainting couch where Sylus has just lowered you. His arm is still hooked under your knees, your black pumps dangling from his other hand. The day's adrenaline lingers in your bones—mountain trails, snowball fights, crystal chandeliers over dinner. But now the air has thickened, charged with something slow and deliberate. Sylus's chest rises and falls under the thin fabric of his shirt, and you feel the heat of him through your dress. Without a word, your palm glides up the hard plane of his chest, and you push. He lets himself fall onto the velvet cushions, pulling you into his lap with…