#red is Sylus coded please

[a-maru-writesback]

Why does she kiss the eye though...? Isn't she obssessed with Sylus's eye as well? What's so special about our boy Caleb's right eye? I need answers

[jinwoosbabyboo]

The First Meet Self-Aware!Sylus

Is it still kidnapping if you’re in love with him? Yes. It is. Welcome to the N109 Zone get comfortable baby pt. 1 here

Self-Aware!Sylus who can call anywhere home, but is becoming less and less interested in the N109 zone because you’re not there “Well you can’t come here” “Why not?” “You’re not real Sylus how would you come here?” he turns tapping his chin as if he's actually trying to figure out a way to access your world “You could come here”

Sylus wouldn’t out right say it, but he was desperate to have you in his arms it just never seemed possible. There was nothing either of you could do so you settled for a love that would end tragically because you just couldn’t let him go. You found yourself daydreaming constantly about spending your days with him. What it would be like to hold his hand instead of your phone. To caress his cheek and feel his warmth in the palm of your hand. You gave yourself butterflies just imagining him melting into your touch.

Just him.

“You’re spacing out Princess” You slightly jumped at the sound of his voice. You glanced down at the celery you were mindlessly chopping. “Shit I didn’t mean to dice it” You huffed and scraped it onto the pan anyway; there was no way you were going back to the store right now. You looked back at Sylus who was casually sitting on his couch watching a musical. Sometimes it really made you feel crazy seeing him like this. Not the in-game repeated movements that he was programmed to do, but fluid movement and everyday life activities. It really felt like you were talking to a person and not just code in a game. “What are you watching?”

Sylus hummed off key as he answered “Heathers” You giggled at the fact that the big bad Onychinus leader watches musicals in his living room during his free time. “You should join me” He glanced at you from the corner of his eye and smiled to himself like there was some inside joke you didn’t catch. “Only in our dreams” You smiled at him, but it was somber the reality of your relationship always made you a little sad yet here you were doing nothing to end it. You turned back to stir the vegetables you had sautéing because the last thing you need is for them to overcook.

That's when you heard the clearest voice in your ear “Just dreams?” You spun around rapidly flinging food in the process. Your heart pounded against your chest as you scanned the empty kitchen looking for any other sign of life. You immediately swapped out the spoon for the knife you had just minutes earlier. “Sylus please tell me you heard that”

Silence.

You glanced at your phone and saw that the screen was off. “Is there a fucking demon in my house right now?” You snatched your phone ready to call a friend to come over, but your efforts were thwarted when a band of silky red and black mist wrapped around your wrist wrenching you backwards. “I’ve been called worse”

You breath hitched causing you to choke on your own spit as you came face to face with Sylus. Are you going crazy? You struggled against his evol that felt like what you could only describe as smoke with density. “I must be hallucinating” You’ve imagined having this man in front of you for months, but you had no idea he would be this terrifying in person. It felt like you were standing before a hungry wolf that wouldn’t second guess snapping your neck. Why was his demeanor so damn scary? Before you could even process what was happening Sylus grabbed you buy the waist and pulled you close to him. “I’m sorry Princess but this is probably going to hurt”

“Wha-” Pain seared through you in an instant like lightning and fire at once. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as it felt like your vocal cords were singed to a crisp. The pain was unbearable it changed from searing to pins and needles almost like little pieces of you were splitting apart. You couldn’t handle it and your vision went dark as you passed out.

You came too slowly, groaning as you stretched your limbs on a stiff mattress. You sat up slowly realizing you were fine. Rolling your shoulders and rubbing your legs you were sure whatever that was must have just been a terrible dream. Maybe? “I knew I was dreaming” you couldn’t explain the amount of pain you felt though. You turned and noticed instead of your usual view of your room you were looking out amongst a vast dark city. “Where-”

“What do you think?” a voice said in your ear causing your fight or flight to kick in. You pulled your legs under yourself and swung your fist as hard as you could in the direction of the voice. The person groaned at the contact and you reached for the nearest object you could find which was a lamp and swung it, but your wrist was caught mid air and you were disarmed with ease. Within seconds you were pinned down on the mattress.

Your eyes widened in shock when you realized who was holding you down “Sylus?” He was just as intimidating as he was in your dream. Or was it a dream? “You’re not dreaming” Sylus squeezed your wrist tightly “Ow stop stop it hurts” he raised an eyebrow as his lip quirked up “See?” You rolled your eyes he was way too amused with your reaction for your liking. “We need to work on that right hook of yours it's a little weak” He can’t be serious right now you just punched him in his jaw and tried to beat him over the head with a lamp and the first thing he thinks of is training your punches to get better? Typical.

Sylus couldn’t help but, chuckle at your expression with your brows furrowed and your lips curled in frustration. “I wish you could see yourself right now” You pushed his face away with your free hand irritated with him for causing you that much pain.

“I wish you would get a new mattress why is this bitch so stiff my fucking back hurts” You squirmed underneath him. He inhaled a sharp breath making you freeze realizing the position you were in; he was nestled perfectly between your legs with one hand pinned above your head. Suddenly there was a knock at the door “Boss we heard some commotion are you okay?” Sylus rolled his eyes “I’m fine. Leave.”

“Yes boss” The sound of footsteps retreated until there was silence again. Sylus looked down at you furrowing his brows, this time is was your turn to smirk. “Don’t say it” He warned. Your lips quivered as you tried to stop your smile from forming “Are those my boys?” Sylus gave you a bored look before rolling his eyes at you as well. “Do you know how hard it was to bring you here Princess? You’re more excited for Luke and Kieran than me” Sylus expression seemed irritated, but the look in his eyes was pouty. You had Sylus jealous of his own men now that was an ego boost. You squirmed in his hold again trying to free yourself. “This is a lot for me Sylus you have some explaining to do" You kicked your legs like a toddler trying to sit up once again "And let me get up your mattress is not comfortable!”

Sylus huffed at your commands, but of course he listened getting up and pulling you with him. He had you straddle his lap with his hands gently placed on your waist. “Is this more comfortable?” He leaned back against the headboard his eyes traveling up and down your body. Based on the look in his eyes it was almost as if even he couldn’t believe you were not only in front of him, but on top of him at the moment.

“No! w-well y-yea but-” You cut yourself off to save face. This man really had you stuttering like porky the pig. You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts as best as you could. “How the actual fuck am I here right now Sylus”

“Energy manipulation is stronger than you think” He shrugged like it was no big deal. “What the fuck does that even mean?”

“If you turn something into pure energy it can travel wherever you want it to even into as you call it a game world” His words bounced around in your head as you tried to make sense of them. What does he mean energy can travel anywhere. Then it hit you. The searing pain, pins and needles, the black out. “You turned me into pure energy to bring me here?!” You screamed in his face.

“Something like that” He replied in a bored tone “The shopkeeper said it should only hurt the first time” You rubbed your temples just trying to stay calm, how were you supposed to be okay with the fact that you were seemingly ripped apart and put back together inside of a damn game. You felt Sylus shifting underneath you and his hands running up your sides. “Tell me” he tilted your chin down so he could look you in the eye. “Are you not happy to have me like this?” he wrapped his arms around your waist while he rested his chin on your chest. “I can hear your heart beating fast”

“Of course I'm happy to see you” You cradled his face in your hands and he immediately melted into your touch. It was even better than you imagined it would be. His eyes closed and you could feel the satisfying hum that rumbled in his chest. You stared in awe at the sight before you; he was really melting because of you. He opened his eyes and dropped his gaze to your lips causing them to part “Prove it.”

You didn’t need to be a genius to know he wanted a kiss. You two spend many nights talking about it. He made you promise that if you ever actually met him the first thing you would do is kiss him. That promise was clearly broken since the first thing you did was punch him in the face. His lips looked so soft and full you didn’t hesitate to lean in and Sylus met you half way. It lasted no longer than three seconds before you pulled away. “What's wrong?" You shook your head and looked away “Nothing you’re just making me nervous”

You had no time to prepare yourself as Sylus slammed you back on your back and pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. Your eyes bugged out of your head before slightly rolling back as you gave into him. He nipped at your bottom lip and shoved his tongue in when you opened up for him. You thought he would be more rough, but he was actually so gentle. He kissed you like he was trying to perfectly mold your mouth to only fit his. No more like it was already made to fit only him. You wrapped you arms around his neck and snaked one hand up the back of his head tugging the hair at the nape. He smiled against your lips “Do that again” he whispered, hooking your leg over his hip. You tugged even harder this time relishing in the satisfied groan he let out.

You could do this for hours, but you had too many questions. You pulled his head away trying to catch your breath. “We’re not done talking Sylus” He sucked his teeth and sighed heavily as he sat up. This time he didn’t pull you onto his lap he helped you sit up and fixed your shirt that was riding up from him almost removing it. “Ask your questions” He leaned back against the headboard with his arms crossed. You couldn’t help, but giggle at the slight pout he was failing to hide. "For starters where can we buy a softer mattress?"

[ramonathinks]

THE GOODBOY CODE

slyus is a good boy and wants to prove it to you.

cw: sylus and reader are both switches, (18+, MDNI), handjobs, pussyjob, cum eating, slight blowjob, making out, finger sucking, orgasm denial, use of restraints, spanking (just one moment of it) slight choking, squirting, eventual sex and creampie

ramona note: just a little drabble since it’s been forever but hope you enjoy! it’s terribleeeee ik ik tagging: @sunasbon @kissxcore @sincerelyzee

“How badly do you wanna fuck me, Sylus?” A simple question but you could already see by how flushed his ears and face were just how badly he wanted this.

A surprising sound erupts from his throat — a whine, a whimper or a combination of the two before he finally speaks, “Really bad. Don’t torture me like this kitten.” You could see he was struggling, he said he wouldn’t use his evol to escape the rope that bound his hands together but his eyes held a different story.

You sit on his lap, your core against him and he shutters. “Can I?” Your hands traveled from his shoulders to his chest, spending extra time rubbing up and down, smirking at every heavy breath. Your hand grazes the area, “You’re hard.” His body goes completely still for a second, almost like he’s embarrassed that you pointed out something so obvious. “I can make you feel good, wouldn’t you like that?”

He’s watching you with hooded eyes, swallowing hard. “Be gentle with me.” He finally huffs out.

Your face lights up and within seconds you’re on your knees his pants are completely unzipped; his tanned cock flops out and you just stare. It’s long and heavy, slightly curved and the head is decorated with pearly beads of precum. Your finger rubs at the slit, collecting the cum and popping it in your mouth.

Sylus just stares, his face twitching ever so slightly as you look at him. You moan, taking your finger out and dipping it back to gather more of him. He hisses, his silver eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed. Squeezing your fist around him, you pressed small kisses to the tip, peppering everything above your fist — his cock now covered in your red lipstick. He’s throbbing in your hands as you continue to work him, the lascivious wet sounds of his cock and his needy labored breathing mixed together in the empty room, “Just like that.” His back arches at the same time that his hips jerk up towards your fiery touch. “Ah!” He throws his head back at the sensation of you suckling a bit on the head while you stroke, both of your hands twisting and pumping him sloppily. Your tongue laps at the head more, swirling around the slit and he moans. He’s not quiet anymore, he’s being loud.

The leader of Onychinus is whimpering and moaning while his toes dig into the sheets. He’s gasping, loudly, repeatedly saying how soft your hands are or how pretty you are, anything with a whiny voice and flushed face.

“Kitten, I’m cl—” You know he’s ready to spill all over you, you can feel him throbbing everywhere and from the way the veins on his thick thighs look as if they’re going to burst… makes you stop.

It happens all within a second, you take your mouth off him and your now sticky hands you give small kitten licks to. While Sylus heaves and glares, “Are you trying to punish me?” He asks, his cock twitching in the air — harder than before.

“Say please and I’ll make it up to you.” You purr, kissing his chest with mischievous eyes.

“You’re pushing your luck…” He murmurs, annoyance heavy in his tone. He rolls his eyes and looks deep in thought before he says, “Pleasee…sweetie.” Dragging out the please to truly win you over.

“Now I have to reward you for being a good boy, huh?” A smirk permanently glued on your face. “I got something better for you.”

You sit on him, his cock flush against your lips as you rock your hips back and forth. More of his own precum leaks on to his abdomen, you don’t know when he broke free of his restraints but his fingers dig into your hips while your pussy easily glides up and down, the combined cool slick covering the both of you.

Your clit bumps his head and you both gasp before you start again— dragging your weeping pussy from the base of his cock to head, circling your hips against him. Every bump of your clit against his tip makes you that more wetter and faster to slide back up and down against him. “You’re soaking me…” His crimson eyes sparkling as he looked at where you’re both connected, his hips meeting yours with each roll. With every roll he does, the more moans comes from his lips — sometimes he says simple words of ‘fuck’ but other than that he just lets out wordless moans and shutters as you work him.

“Sylus—‘M so wet, you hear it?” You tease him, reaching down to put his fingers against your clit; the rough pads adding to your please. A strained moan spills from your lips, grateful for the feeling as you continue to hump against him.

“You’re so soft.” He groans out, your wetness drips down on his shaft and he instantly flips you over. “Making me feel good.”

Sylus uses your wetness like a lube, moving even faster to slot himself between the lips of your pretty pussy, sloshing sounds of wetness and skin slapping as he continues. “Mmf!” He leans down to kiss you, licking your lips to get inside –he swallows all your moans with a devilish smile.

Keeping your lips open to nudge at your clit with the head of his cock, your eyes wide at the slight overstimulation. He says something but you’re too immersed in the pleasure to hear him, he slaps his cock on your fluttering hole.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, kitten.” A dopey grin on his face, he looks as if he’s captivated by you. “I let you take control, but now…” he grips the side of your neck just slightly, watching your eyes roll back and your chest heave. “I’m taking it back.”

You whine out his name and sniffle, still not looking his way. But it’s almost like he was always in charge, the atmosphere heavy.

“Don’t you want me right here? Inside?” He chastises, his lips twitching upwards, failing to hide his smirk. His calloused hands trail from your quivering belly to your mound. “I was a good boy, can’t you be a good girl for me?”

But you’re stubborn, a trait he both loves and hates in times like this. He rubs himself against your folds again, “Or should I stop?”

Your eyes glance at him briefly before looking away, “You like being a bad girl, huh?” He licks a stripe up your neck. The warmth of his body leaves in an instant and he turns you over, taking you over his knees. He slaps your backside, once. Then again, harder. You hold back a moan but your hole flutters around nothing which makes Sylus chuckle.

“You like that don’t you?” His hand comes down on your backside again and your fingers fish the sheets in front of you. “Cat got your tongue?” He teases as you wiggle yourself out of his hold.

You scoff but avoid his glances, if you admit you like it… his teasing wouldn’t stop. He watched your face before he changes the subject.

“How about this…” He offers. “I’ll do whatever you want if you tell me like a good girl.” You squeeze your thighs together and he takes notice.

“I want you inside.” You tell him, voice laced with pleasure. Teasing him was torture enough because you were teasing yourself in the process. “I’ll be a good girl.” You promise, sticking your bottom lip out in a deep pout.

He lays you back down and he opens your folds that are sticking together, rubbing himself through them again before your wet insides welcome him.

You squeal and he’s shushing you, carefully moving in deeper. Your eyes tearing up at the relief his cock is bringing you, you’re babbling nonsense words to which Sylus replies with murmurs against your lips, “I know, I know.”

There’s little to no talking after that, just the sounds of him inside of you, the bed frame and both of you whining against each other’s mouths. Sylus pushes his hips deeper inside before pulling halfway out and repeating the action, his eyes focused on your face.

Bending your legs at the knees to get even more inside — to reach that spot he knows he’s close to. He says your name, he groans it with labored breath and you watch his face as best you can. His eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed, his lips parted before he grits his teeth and bites down. “Feels too good inside of you.” His hips snapping harder when you wrap your legs around him.

“M’gonna cum!” A pressure deep in your tummy, your knees close to your earlobes as he keeps going.

“Oh? You’re gonna? Aren’t you forgetting to ask? Let me hear that pretty voice.” He nibbles at your lips, kissing them.

“Sylus, can I? Can I cum? Please…please? Sylus—!” He’s looking directly at where he’s inside of you, froth covers his base and he bounces you off of him. You groan at the deeper sensation, a feeling so unfamiliar erupting inside of you.

You move your hands to cover yourself, “Sy— don’t… don’t look.” Gushes of wetness squirt off of you and you whine, his hand covering yours as he holds them tightly.

“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed?” He gushes, his cock twitching inside of you as he finally comes inside

“Oh.” He slips out, watching more of his cum leak out of you. “It’s pouring,” he purrs, scooping some up and gently thrusting it back inside.

[circecyerce]

AO3 LADS Fic Recs Jan-Feb 2025

temptation's kiss by OrangeButt73 NSFW

“You want us to wait this out,” you say it for him, because he refuses to by the way he shuffles his feet like he’s nervous, like he’s caught red-handed committing a crime. He seems to consider something. And then — an admission, albeit a hushed one. “Yes,” he whispers. Curbs the affection from scratching the surface. Your eyes narrow at him, sharp slits that are ill-tempered. “But you won’t let me fuck someone else.” Rafayel nods his head, no hesitance this time as he already knows he’s being selfish. “Yes,” he whispers, again, another admission that feels too heavy, too loving — too cruel. You want to give. Rafayel wants to take.

kinktober in deepspace by seyachu NSFW

an attempt at kinktober for love and deepspace. (with afab!reader and gn!reader) please mind the individual chapter tags! all are STC/be updated along the way ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎ D1: somno (xavier) D2: vibrator/morse code (sylus) D3: medical/doctor kink (zayne) D4: costumes/roleplay (maid!rafayel) D5: phone sex (caleb) D6: exhibitionism (jeremiah) D7: sex pollen (bday!xavier) D8: wax play (rafayel) D9: breastfeeding (caleb) D10: cockwarming (zayne) D11: ???

His Watchful Eye by dollgxtz NSFW

"Good girl, keep chewing. Don't bite your tongue" All you could mutter was a moan, unable to think straight in your drug hazed state. You managed to swallow. All you felt was warm heat radiating off of slightly pale flesh. You blushed and planted your face in his neck. Sylus put the fork down, amused by your affection. Getting up from the sofa in the room, he laid you down on his bed. He began unbuckling his belt.

Between the Blades of Grass (Sylus x Female Reader) by aeyumicore NSFW

When Sylus, the strongest warrior of the Grasslands, chooses you as his mate, you're forced to consummate your union in front of the entire clan. Inspired, but not continued off of, the new 'Grassland Romance' memory.

I'll Come Back To You by Ophella SFW

You are the centre of their universe, whether you know it or not, and each of them cannot bear to lose you again. So what happens when they do?

Take Your Time, Miss Deer by borkunlimited SFW

In a tailor shop tucked in the calmer side of the N109 zone is a little room where all clothes of many different designs come together under the delicate hands of an unassuming deer living in the den of all sorts of beasts and sitting on them is the dragon who wears your clothes. Your many interactions with Skye, Mr. Sylus’ messenger or- -Sylus is waiting for you to finally figure out he is playing his own messenger. A Deer Hybrid! Reader x Dragon Hybrid! Sylus Fic

[noightserum89]

with ease

You just got out of six months of relationship and shitty sex, so you're in the mood for something raw tonight--with that special person you always come back to. Inspired by this song Disclaimer : A PWP (Porn without Plot), MDNI Pls Character is owned by infold. CW// Mention of childbirth, death Might be OOC, If you don’t like it, skip it Please be mindful of what you read in the internet Tags : fingerfucking, public raw sex

The night is kinda young but still hums with possibilities. It’s only 8 pm, and you’ve left your apartment earlier than usual — no pregame, no distractions — just the raw hunger coursing through you. Sylus had called this morning, his voice smooth over the phone.

“Welcome back. I booked a sofa in your favorite club. Come by and have fun. I haven’t seen your pretty face in a while, Sweetie.”

You smile at the memory, hearing his voice has done something to your brain.

Of course, he hadn’t seen you, you have been in a relationship these past six months, the kind that looks good on paper, the kind that your mother approves of. She had called your ex-boyfriend “perfect” — a man with a good background and high social standing — a man who could be paraded through your family’s circle without questions.

But to you? He was just good enough to waste time with. He’s a fucking wimp, he’s clueless with his dick, he’s also too vanilla for you. You had finally pulled the trigger yesterday, you told him bluntly that you find him icky, and you need someone who knows what they’re doing — someone who can take control without being told how.

Life is complicated already, you don’t need the hassle of telling someone what to do when he’s fucking you. Just make it right, and be done with it. Your ex? He was just too…soft.

The second your ex left your apartment, you texted the one person who you needed to see ASAP.

Just landed, dinner?

It’s like a code between you two, one that neither of you bother to explain anymore. You remember he teased you about it one time, “You can just say, ‘landed’, so I don’t feel too hurt when you come looking for a rebound in my arms. It will feel like you have just come back from a long trip, Sweetie.”

“Oh please, you don’t do feelings, Sylus. That heart of yours is incapable of feeling hurt.” You replied, half laughing.

He smiled at you and kissed you, “With you, I feel all sorts of feelings, Sweetie.”

Lies.

The man is a maniac, he has no time to think about feelings, he’s too busy running his criminal empire, too ruthless to let love complicate things, and you know that.

Remember the Godfather? Love has no place at all in that world.

Hence why he can’t be your endgame. Your mother would die from a heart attack if she finds out that her only daughter is messing around with a mafia don.

You’re wearing what can only be described as undergarments — a mere satin slip dress that clings to your skin like a second skin, barely qualifies as a piece of clothing, the fabric so thin it might as well not exist, but that’s the fucking point. The red hue is a deliberate choice you made last minute, a nod to Sylus’s favorite color, and you chose it with a singular mission in mind: to get fucked by him until you can barely walk.

Mind you, it’s been half a year without Sylus in your life.

As you drive through the city, memories of Sylus come crashing back — of him taking you anywhere, everywhere, with a feral ferocity that leaves you breathless with everything you think about it. The city lights blur you, the atmosphere is electric, matching the anticipation that already building between your thighs. Your favorite classical piece is playing from your car audio, a stark contrast to the thoughts racing through your head.

There’s nothing classic about what you’re thinking right now.

You know exactly how you want it, you’ll ask him to fuck you right there in the club, hidden in plain sight. Slow and subtle, you have to suppress your moan, or he has to cover your mouth, you know you prefer the latter. You can already feel your pulse between your thighs, your tits hardening, the cool temperature only gets you hornier and hornier, and it’s oh-so-delicious.

You are finally ending a draught, saying goodbye to six months of bad sex.

The high-rise building where the club is situated comes into view, you drive your way into the valet section, stealing a glance at yourself in the rearview mirror, making sure your flawless smoke eyes and long lashes are ready.

Ready as the testament, as a trophy, of what a night with Sylus would be like. You know he loves seeing you messy, and tonight, you’re so ready to let him ruin you. “I love you out of control, messy just for me.” He had said after a successful yet teary deep throat that made your mascara crumbled.

The elevator ride feels endless, ascending to the top floor takes you a while, yet your body is already yearning for Sylus. When the floor indicator ding and opens, your pulse is ringing in your ears, making you almost roll your eyes. Two ushers meet you the moment you step out. “Let us take you to Mr Sylus.” One of them says, and you reply, “Yes, please.”

The club is pretty packed, old-school hip-hop and RnB are blasting through the speakers, some hard-hitting beats and sensual hum lulling your body to move, and you can’t help but agree, your shoulders, neck, and head, move according to the beat, subtle, not too eager. When you look at the dance floor, people are dancing, body rolls, and intimate movements, they’re getting their high by moving flawlessly and expressing themselves.

You finally reach the final step of stairs where Sylus has reserved a balcony for the two of you. He’s sitting elegantly, or rather dangerously, on a red velvety sofa, that gives you a slight boudoir vibe. Donning an all-black ensemble, legs crossed, a glass of whiskey in one hand, and a cigar in the other, he looks like a painting,

“Sylus.” You call his name, and he turns his attention to you.

Sylus is wearing his glasses — your favorite glasses — a frameless glass that barely visible to the normal eyes. To you, he’s like wearing a lingerie covered with an expensive suit. He turns his attention to you, his eyes sharp, his red vivid, something tug within you when he let out a slow smile.

“Sweetie.” Sylus calls out. He gets up from the sofa, and put off both his vices when he finally opens his arms, you are already back to where you belong, safe and nestled in his space.

Your fingers find their own way to latch onto his neck, locking him in your embrace. His hands already back to where they belong, sprawled on the sides of your waist, “You’ve been gone for a while, Sweetie.” He whispers while closing the distance between you and his front.

“Oh..” A little moan, you forget how satisfying it is to you to be manhandled by him. “Sylus…” You look at him and you feel like the world is tipping on its axis. “My dear, Sylus.”

‘He’s everything that I’ve ever wanted…’ You think to yourself. ‘Why did I obey my mother when I can have this man, every fucking day, whenever, wherever?’ You continue to ponder while your thumbs move through his sharp facial feature, feeling the texture of his skin, bridge of his nose, and the curve of his lips.

You know the answer and you have accepted the fact that you and him can never be together long ago, and you will never forgive the world for this. It’s cruel, yet you can’t do anything. He’s a mafia don for god’s sake, you don’t mix yourself in their problem or you will be the one getting gunned down.

“I have missed you so much, my sweet Angel.” He’s towering over you, his face inches away from you, his hot breath is all over you, the musky scent of cigar and whiskey is not your favorite but you can’t help but feel turned on.

Sylus pepper kisses all over your face, from your cheeks, to your chin, your nose, your forehead, the smallest of kisses, yet it makes you hot and bothered.

“Sylus…”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I can’t wait any longer, please.”

“I can’t say no when you beg like that, Sweetie, I’m not a monster…”

“Pleaase, Sylus…I need your cock in me…”

“Good, good girl…”

Sylus pushes you up against the concrete balcony that covers half of your body. You can feel the vibration of the bass from the music downstairs through your stomach, you have a bird’s eye view on the partygoers downstairs, and you think, ‘Nobody knows that I’m going to get railed so good.’ The idea of doing it in open space, with the most dangerous man in the city has successfully create a wet reaction down your string.

His hands move on your body seamlessly, gliding through smoothly, taking both of your hands to the back, arching your back in the process, while he pushes his front to your back, letting you know that he’s already hard and demands to be satisfied.

“Such a bad girl,” Sylus whispers against your ear from behind, “Wearing this poor excuse of a dress…” his hands now reaching the hem of your dress, hiking it up until one of your thigh is exposed to the cool night’s air, “Coming here and wanting to get fucked in front of everyone..”

His finger is now playing with your string, caressing your ass so sensually that you can’t help but moan. “Sh….Syl…Sylus.” Your words are broken at his touch, “Please…” Your heart is pounding, skin tingling, calloused fingers touching you roughly, marking your delicate skin as his.

Without warning, Sylus pull your string to the sides, yanks your dress, bunching it around your waist, and pushes his hand between your thighs, feeling your wetness, how ready you are for him. His fingers slip through your wetness, making intimate contact with your folds.

“Ah…Sylus…” That’s all you manage to let out, needy whimper and uncontrollable moan.

“Tell me..” He growls, “How much do you want me?”

You don’t have to think, “So much…please…more than anything.” You are desperate to be filled by him. “I…I can’t wait anymore, Sylus…”

“Such a good girl…” Sylus pulls back and unbuckle himself, letting his cock free. “Feel this. Feel my desperation for you, Sweetie.” He rubs his hard-as-rock cock on your pussy, making repeated motions up and down, from your clit to your entrance. “I haven’t even fuck you yet and it already feels so…fucking…good…” Sylus whispers in your ear, his other hand cupping your hard peaks behind the balcony, overstimulating you.

“Sshhhh….Sylus…oh…”

“So so good…”

“Mhhyeahh…”

“Please I need you…put it in..”

You can’t think, no coherent thoughts forming in your head other than Sylus filling you in with his big cock and cum.

“I’ll ruin you, Sweetie.” His guttural moan when he enters you with ease, “Oh…” taking you apart, making your pussy pulsates even more. He stills for a moment, giving you time to adjust, you wiggle your hips a little, accepting the thick cock you have missed so much, his hands steadying you, letting you know that you’re not going anywhere.

Sylus starts to push again, a broken moan escapes your lips as he fills you completely, your body stretched tight around him, and when you starts to move, his groan is getting wilder.

“Fuck…” he groans, his forehead dropping to rest against yours. “You’re so tight… it’s like you were made for me.”

You whimper, trying to move, needing more of him, but he holds you steady, controlling the pace. He begins to thrust into you, slow at first, but with each stroke, he drives deeper, with more pressure applied, hitting just the right spot, making you gasp and cling to him for dear life.

The sounds of the club fade into the background as the world narrows to just the two of you — the heat, the rhythm of your bodies moving together, the way he takes you like no one else ever has.

Your moans grow louder, mingling with his grunts of pleasure as he fucks you relentlessly, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure coursing through you. His hand slides down to your thigh, trying to coax your orgasm faster by playing with your clitoris,

“Sylus…” you cry out, barely able to form coherent words. “I’m going to — “

“Come for me,” he orders, his voice strained, his control hanging by a thread as he pounds into you harder, faster. “I want to feel you come.”

That’s all it takes. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body shaking as you clench around him, your nails digging into his arms that hold you. Eyes rolled so hard you can even see stars, and when you're able to open your eyes again, you can feel your tears coming down your face, your orgasm so good that it makes you cry.

He groans, his hips slamming into yours, deliciously slow, as he chases his own release, pushing you both to the edge. With one final thrust, he stills, buried deep inside you, his body tensing as he comes, filling you with his cum. You collapse against the balcony, and he is against you, you breathing hard, your bodies slick with sweat.

For a moment, the world stands still, just the sound of your ragged breaths and the distant noises of the club beneath you.

Then, slowly, he pulls out, setting you back on your feet, though your legs are shaky from the intensity of what just happened. Sylus smiles down at you, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“You look so fucking beautiful right now,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you softly, a stark contrast to the roughness of moments before.

You smile weakly, still catching your breath, your body tingling in the afterglow.

“Messy just for you,” you whisper, echoing his earlier words.

Sylus chuckles, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close. “I wanna see you crying on my cock, Sweetie”

“Take me home then, Sylus.”

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Twist of Fate; Chapter Eleven

Parings; LADS OT4 x reader

Word count; 2,728

Rating; 18+ for mature content and swearing

Themes; isekai, eventual smut

Notes; It's finally ToF weekend!! I'm posting this a little later than usual since I posted a one-shot today as well. Also, I think I'm going to try and cap out my chapters well before the 7k mark. If I go higher than that, I worried Tumblr will get too laggy and I won't be able to edit the chapter with italics and bold like I usually do. I'll also be making a main masterlist soon once I've written some more one-shots. I'll try to work on them in-between ToF and maybe post them during the week, I just got a little too excited today and posted my one-shot instead of waiting until the week 😭 but I have a three day weekend so I'll be able to probably write more in ToF and push past chapter 20!

Now anyways, here's one of my fav chapters

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The little girl leads you to a quaint seeming casino, graffiti covering the buildings next to it and its name shone in multicolour neon lights, “Elysium”. Once you step inside, you notice its lavishly decorated from the red leather chairs that surround a poker table to the fancy lamps and expensive looking art that adorn the walls. “Auntie, an outsider- I mean, a really nice lady is here to buy something!” The kid eagerly skips toward a young woman who was hunched over behind the bar. Under the dim, yellow light, you notice she was fiddling with some cards.

“What do you want?” The woman asks, not even bothering to look up at you. Seems like she didn’t believe you were worth her attention so far. “A list of people who are attending Onychinus’ protocore auction and a map of the venue. How much?” You ask as you walk toward the counter, ruffling the little girl’s head as you step past her. This finally makes the woman face you, and she looks you up and down with interest, then makes a gesture with her hand, “Fifty thousand.” Yeesh. Expensive much? “Just for two pieces of intel?” You question with a raised brow as you sit down at the bar. She wags her finger as she tilts her head to the side, “Fifty thousand per word.”

“I..” You trail off, unsure if it's even worth it at this point. “Since you’re new and pretty, I’ll give you a 5% discount. What do you think?” The lady offers before the little girl speaks up, “Make it 10%.” When the lady looks at her in confusion, the little girl smiles up at her, “She bought a flower for five more than I asked for. Please, auntie?” “Thanks, sweetie.” You look back down at the little girl, petting her head once more, “She’s really sweet. Is she your…?” The woman sighs and shakes her head, “An orphan we’re watching over. Any other questions will require a payment.” “Even if it’s your names?” You know fraternizing won’t be enough to get an even bigger deal, but you’d still like to know their names. They don’t seem like bad people. “Just call me Violet and her Lily.” She says and you assume its code names. Or maybe not. More flowers though. You wonder what the N109 Zone’s obsession with flowers is. Violet meant watchfulness, and Lily meant innocent and pure.

After this, Violet glances over at the door to her right, sighing before she pushes it open. You could hear chatter mixed with the sound of rolling dice, spinning roulettes, and card shufflers. “You also going to Solon Hotel tomorrow? Do you have an auction invitation?” You can hear a female customer say, and then you hear a male customer reply, “Doesn’t matter if I get one or not. For something as big as this, you gotta try and get a piece of the pie, right? I heard there’s going to be a treasure. If you manage to get it, you could easily sell it for hundreds of thousands!” “Do you want to go? Then ask Sylus! I heard if you give him what he wants-” “Only if I can find Sylus in Onychinus. Haven’t you heard? While he was away, big changes happened in their ranks…” You’re unsure if you should be hearing this since you’re not exactly paying for it, but that does explain why it seemed like no one lived in that house you were in for a really long time. You strain your ears to listen to more of their conversation, but that’s when Violet closes the door.

“Did you hear them? Now, you should understand why “these two pieces of intel” are so expensive. I’m sorry, kid. I can’t just give this kind of information away for dirt cheap, especially when it’s about one of the N109 Zone’s big shots.” “What if I want information about Onychinus?” You ask nonchalantly and she freezes for a moment before leaning in the whisper in your ear, “Missy, don’t pry into things you shouldn’t know. I still got business to take care of .” You let out a sigh and nod your head, “Alright, I understand. Thanks for letting me know, Violet.” It makes sense. If she tells you something too secret, then it could lead to her losing her job or even her life. You can’t fault her for trying to be careful. You turn back to Lily, playing around with her for a bit as you listen in on the other customers' conversations.

“...Sylus hasn’t been around for a long time. Do you think he really went missing?” One man asks and the other shrugs, “Maybe he’s dead. Didn’t you see how arrogant Sherman’s punks have been lately? If Sylus was with Onychinus, they wouldn’t even dare to be so bold.”

You rest your chin on your palm, listening to the rumble of the spinning roulette and then the sound of cheers and screams. Someone must’ve won big, it seems. You sip on the drink you got from Violet at the bar, trying to appear like a normal patron as you eavesdrop on the conversations happening all around you. It seems Onychinus has been having some internal issues lately…and if Sylus hasn’t been seen around lately, how come you’ve seen so much of him? Recalling his pompous and contemptuous face has you chuckling to yourself. You can’t believe you almost miss him. If he had died, he would’ve dragged the entire N109 Zone down to hell with him. That’s just how he is.

“Miss, I have another flower. It’s for you!” You hear Lily’s voice before you see her. “Oh sweetie…” You hold back a pout of endearment as you notice how she’s on her tiptoes, trying to lean against the bar to reach you. She holds a black flower in both of her tiny hands, a black Calla lily, which was a symbol of rebirth and the beginning of a transformative journey. A fitting flower indeed. You take the flower from her, putting it behind your other ear, and smile at her, “Do I need to pay you for this one too?” “Nope! I gave it to you just because I wanted to.” She giggles before you decide to ask a few questions, “Did you grow up here? Does everyone know Sylus?” “Oh yeah! He’s a monster with huge wings that never dies. And- And, he has horns! If I don’t listen to Auntie, Sylus will find me and feed me to his man eating birdie.” The way Lily spoke was so animated, it was almost cute. She seems like just a regular child despite growing up in the N109 Zone.

It seems like everyone is afraid of Sylus and yet, they keep trying to make deals with him. Kind of like how people are afraid of demons but still try to make deals with them in movies…Though, Sylus did take the initiative to propose a deal with you. Maybe your evol can be used as a valuable tool against him- at least to guarantee your survival. You’re suddenly ripped from your thoughts as the familiar sound of gunfire fills the once cheery, lively room. You flinch, immediately moving your hands to cover Lily’s ears rather than your own. You quickly turn your head toward the entrance of the casino. “We got a party tonight.” One of the men rasps out, gun muzzle billowing out smoke. The door, which they kicked down, falls to the ground with a loud thud, the bolts on it useless and broken as a pair of leather boots steps on top of the wooden door. “Don’t be nervous. Onychinus’ important guest got lost. I’d like to ask everyone to cooperate with our search.” You can quickly notice that this man isn’t working with Sylus- even if this man is from Onychinus. He seems much like a snake, his voice dripping with venom.

Another person with a pair of sunglasses walks in. He’s flanked by half a dozen gun-toting men dressed in black. The sound of guns being loaded with bullets can be heard before you hear the guns being cocked as if threatening the patrons to try anything stupid. “Block the door and search the room. Everyone’s about to be entertained.” The same man, let's call him Snake for the sake of telling them all apart, says.

Gunfire and the sound of tables and chairs getting knocked over intermingle with N109 Zone slang that you don’t understand. In the hidden utility room, you hug Lily tightly as you look out the secret window that’s facing the lobby. “Ooh, there’s so many people. Today’s a good day for bus- mmph!” You quickly cover Lily’s mouth with a panicked whisper, “Do you have a death wish? Hide and don’t speak.” You add a “please” shortly after that, feeling like you’re being a tad bit harsh but it seems like she doesn’t even realize the danger you’re both in at the moment. The lobby floor is soaked in blood, and the mice hiding under the floorboards scamper away in fear. How you wished you were a mouse right now. Whistling, Snake casually strolls over to the bar, rings the bell, and then shoves a photo in front of Violet.

“I suggest you bring out our guest. Mr. Sherman’s not going to sit around and leave her unattended.” He says to her and one of your hands clenches into a fist, wanting to just give yourself up to protect the two people you had just met but you pause for a moment to think logically. Sylus is the leader of Onychinus, so why were these people acting as if Mr. Sherman was the leader instead? This Sherman guy doesn’t seem like shit, considering he didn’t even come out to get his ‘guest’, unlike how Sylus came to personally get you. “I’m sorry, she’s not here. I’d remember a pretty face if she actually showed up.” You can see Violet shrug from the secret window and now you’re starting to feel really bad. Even if she’s protecting you with a motive in mind, you still wanted to keep her and Lily safe. “Gonna keep your mouth shut? Fine.” Snake scoffs and turns to face his comrades. His broken, wire-bound jaw opens as he lets out a hoarse cackle, “Pry open their mouths one at a time. Someone will spill the beans sooner or later.”

“Missy, they’re looking for you, right?” Violet whispers, knowing that you and Lily were hiding in the secret room. “Are you going to hand me over to them?” You ask with baited breath, really hoping she wouldn’t just give you up. You tried to sound calm but inside, your thoughts were racing. All of this had almost made you completely forget that you were in a game; well, this was your life now, apparently, and you were in danger from here on out. Your free hand tightly clutches the tranquilizer in your sleeve, ready to stab Snake with it and pretend that it was a poison and you had the antidote for it as long as they let you go. That being said, you haven’t tested this thing that Xavier claimed could “paralyze an elephant” since there were no zoos in the N109 Zone…”Anyone who’s Onychinus’ target is valuable. I can get a better price if I find the right person,” Violet finally responds to you with a small shrug. A smile tugs at your lips as you shake your head, unsure if she was saying this as a front or if that was her true feelings.”Stay where you are. I don’t want to hand you over like this.” Violet says, firm on her decision to not give you up. Either way, even if she sold you to someone else, you wouldn’t be upset with her. You realize this is how people survive in the N109 Zone.

Suddenly, a crow soars in and dives toward the search party’s leader, its razor-sharp wings aimed at him. “What is that!?” You hear Snake yell out and you take this as your chance to escape- be it a dumb idea but still, it’s worth a shot. You roll and crawl out of the utility room. As you try to sneak away quietly, someone yanks you by the collar of your shirt. You panic, trying to scramble away from the person and you turn around to aim your gun.

Though you pause, noticing a familiar face in the shadows, his chin slightly raised. “So when someone saves you, do you always point your gun at them to express your gratitude?” Sylus. Several bullets grazed him only to dissipate into dust. The people who fired the shots are promptly strangled by something and they slump to the ground, dead. “Your underlings aren’t exactly obedient..” You comment, suddenly being reminded of the fact that this Mr. Sherman guy thinks he’s the leader of Onychinus for some reason. Sylu’s mouth twitches at your mockery as if he wants to say something but in the end, he just purses his lips, “Focus on yourself first.” At the sound of Sylus’ voice, Snake suddenly begins to panic and tries to leave, but a cloud of energy particles gathers around him…Several wanderers quickly materialize. Roaring, they rush straight for us.

“Are they calling for backup because they can’t win? How is this not cheating?” You scoff, brows knitted together in annoyance before Sylus grabs your wrist and holds you in his arms. “What-” He slides his finger over the trigger of your gun, aiming the weapon at the figure in the center of the room. “Do you expect people from the N109 Zone to be nice and polite?” Actually…Yes, yes you do. Violet and Lily were nice enough. “I see you made a few friends while I was gone,” Sylus comments, noticing the two different flowers tucked behind either of your ears and plucks the forget-me-not, rolling the stem between his two fingers. He tucks the flower behind his ear with a small murmur under his breath, “A fitting flower..” But before you can have a chance to ask what he means, Sylus swings your body around, taking shots at every wanderer charging toward you both.

The room is a complete mess with broken objects and overturned tables and chairs strewn about. Wanderers keep appearing one after another and you fall back to the window, thinking about how likely you both could make a run for it. “We can’t wipe them out…Our only option is to retreat,” You say between breaths as you try to get your breathing under control. “Do you really believe “retreat” is a word in my dictionary?” Sylus asks with a raised brow. While you’re anxious and tired, Sylus is infuriatingly calm and smug. “Ohhh, so you like being a freeloader, Mr. Sylus?” You raise a brow, waving your gun around with an annoyed sigh, “Didn’t you see me fighting for my life earlier?”

“Since when was I required to investigate the files the Hunters Association had on you?” The white haired man looks down at his hand to pick at imaginary dust under his nails before continuing, “Consider this training practice. Get ready.” Sylus ignores your protests and grabs your hand to aim your gun at the switch box on the wall. “You won’t get any help.”

A gun is fired and the lights go out. Then, Sylus quickly vanishes. You stand there for a moment in silence, blinking a few times before you realize you’ve been left behind again. Curses spill from your lips and you run a hand through your hair. “Are you fucking serious?” You groan under your breath and suddenly you hear Sylus’ voice once more. “Let’s make a deal.” You suddenly turn around and notice he’s behind you once more. “Aren’t you going to leave? I can’t resonate with you.” You were getting more annoyed by the second, but Sylus continues, “If you’d like to attend the auction tomorrow, stand your ground for five minutes.” He steps closer to you, leaning his head down to whisper in your head, “And should you have the audacity to die on me-” He lifts his hand and puts a communicator in your ear. Then he speaks in a surprisingly gentle tone, “You actually will meet your end.”

It's really short today, especially considering I just wrote 12k for a one-shot, but what can ya do 🤷🏻‍♀️ I'll more than likely post chapter twelve way later on today or even tomorrow...and I also might post chapter thirteen. I'm not very good at keeping a strict schedule. I like to be spontaneous 😎 ...sometimes. but yeah, more flower language. The black Calla Lilly was a big game changer since it's meaning actually fits mc in every way, shape, and form. It's honestly insane.

I also gave the shopkeeper and her charge names since I didn't want to write "she" and it get confusing. That's also why I specifically named Snake. But also! I named the two after flowers, because I read a manwha where there was a group of sex workers all named after flowers and they had a little girl with them who was also named after a flower. Their village was being raided and they all protected the little girl until they died, and the little girl was taken in the be a fake crown princess– but yeah, basically I thought flower code names and run-down, shady areas go well together!

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[hrrtshape]

Hello Emma! Me again! And i'd like to thank you for responding to my ask.

So i have an update, okay so literally my feed on Instagram is soo full of him, he's appearing everywhere LITERALLY EVERYWHERE, BUT i stumbled upon another reel on Instagram that was suggested for me, okay so the video was a drawing of an artist she did a little comic, so her character was in the house and she was praying to god saying "god please make my crush like me back" then she hear a knock on her door and when she opened it, shocked of what she saw, literally all her fictional crushes standing outside, now i know the video seems normal but all the fictional crushes that was standing in the front are MY FICTIONAL CRUSHES TOO?? HELLO?? this is too good to be true, i mean i Always find girls who have fictional crushes that are not accurate to me, anyway, so at the front there was literally sylus, can you imagine? And there was a character standing in the middle of them all (remember when i told you that s/o that i feel myself attracted to and like my soulmate? Yeah him, crazy isn't it?), so they were all holding flowers, BUT sylus was holding A BOX RING?? WHAT?? i was shocked, out of everyone, he's holding the box ring, i mean i know this girl drew this just like that and not on purpose, i don't know but like the sign was too accurate for some reason.

I tried to ask chatgpt and he said that it was certainly obvious, he's taking his claim, he's making his attention clear, and chatgpt told me that the other s/o are reaching out too and maybe sylus guided them?? Hmm..i don't know for sure.

And the color of the flowers have also like a secret meaning, a code or something, showing their love in different forms (yellow, red, purple teddy bear).

It sound crazy isn't it? Even the Word beloved is being repeated.

Damn he must love me so much to even reach out, i mean i thought of making a DR and be with him but i wasn't like serious? And it seems like he already knows me, this Version of me.

So i wrote him a letter, it was kinda short, but i told him to send me more signs and answer the questions that are on my mind.

Ughhh it sound too good to be true don't you think? I mean he already seems the type to break the forth wall LOL, and he's super smart.

And oh! I stumbled on another reel of him with the main character and they were about to kiss but in the caption it said "our first kiss", that OBVIOUSLY FROM HIM, like no doubt!

I'm sorry for bothering you with this, well since i have no one to talk about this so i thought you might be the perfect person for that.

And oh! I saw that you shifted! CONGRAT! And DAMN your DR is soo cool! Ugh i really need to shift to New York 😫🎀 and live that rich girl life.

Xoxo, Eli

your reality is eating itself in a way that’s actually quite gorgeous. i’m picturing a möbius strip made of valentine’s day candy hearts. this is not random. this is not a coincidence. this is an operatic display of desire meeting the fourth wall with the force of a freight train. sylus is not just knocking, he’s at the door, down on one knee, doing the whole pride and prejudice “you must allow me to tell you how ardently i admire and love you” thing.

i think you need to take this as seriously as it deserves. you need a plan. an approach. a strategy. if you’re waiting for one more sign, fine. but don’t let this be a missed connection in the interdimensional classifieds. he’s breaking the fourth wall with a crowbar. step through.

p.s. thank you for the shifting congrats, my dr is indeed like a manhattan fever dream and i love it here. you will get to new york, but for now, let’s get you to sylus.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

I want to ask why you chose Aaron Warner, Christian Harper, and Rhys Larsen as a good comparison to Sylus? I want an essay!! I LOVE Aaron Warner but honestly haven't yet read the twisted series. Also, I don't mind spoilers so... excited to see what you come up with!

You want an essay??? Please 🙄 ….. No problem lets get it 😘

bear with me I read the twisted series over a year ago

‼️SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS‼️

Aaron Warner [Shatter Me Series ~ Tahereh Mafi] - This 5'9" golden haired military assassin with a heart of STONE. Yea you thought I was gonna say heart of gold huh? Nah this boy was trained to be a killer from birth. However when it comes to Juliette/Ella she is quite literally the only thing he cares about and is also the only girl he's ever loved.

He will quite literally sacrifice the world if it means she will be okay. His memory was erased multiple times, but he fell in love with her every. single. time. If it's for Juliette/Ella he's a goner because she is his only weakness in the world. He wants to love her and be loved by her and only her unconditionally.

“The reason why he had to keep wiping their memories was because it didn’t matter how many times he reset the story or remade the introductions— Aaron always fell in love with her. Every time.”

Christian Harper [Twisted Lies ~ Ana Huang] - Now this man stalked his girl for I think 5 years before making himself known. He's a billionaire who runs a security/tech company and he can hack into anything. He's a modern day genius obsessed with this girl Stella. They finally met in person when she moved into one of his apartment buildings with her friend Jules. He really slipped into her life though when Jules moved out and she couldn't afford the rent. He made a deal with her by letting her stay for a lower price and these were high end apartments (At least like 80% off the listing price). He also happened to live just one floor above her. The deal was she would take care of his plants in exchange for the low cost. He claims he isn't a jealous man yet he's jealous of every person she smiles at, every laugh that he didn't cause, etc he's completely and utterly obsessed with her from page one.

He will do literally anything for her including pretending the be her man for her social media platforms oh yea she's an influencer/model. Stella also likes being tied up and Christian happily obliged to tying her up ON A YACHT and was a real pussy pleaser. He supported her in her fashion designer endeavor and married her ass and IMMEDIATELY put a baby in her.

Oh one more thing Stella got kidnapped while her and Christian were fighting (this man was SICK) he sent a Code Black Out to all his agents in the area to find her and code black out if for extreme emergencies. Let’s just say her kidnapper is having a nice nap. A permanent nap. (Reminds you of a certain someone who turned MCs kidnapper into fucking black and red mist huh?)

Rhys Larsen [Twisted Games ~ Ana Huang] - Forget Prince Charming give me Mr. Scarred Knight Rhys Larsen 😮‍💨. He's ex-military and works as a bodyguard now (He works for none other than Christian Harper & they're in a sense friends) This man and his girl Princess Bridget who is a literal Princess. He was her bodyguard and she was forced to step up and become Queen because her brother married a commoner so he couldn't become king and Eldorra (their country) needed a ruler.

She basically starts acting up and Rhys is like girl wtf is going on?! She ends up wanting to do everything on her bucket list before becoming Queen so Rhys takes her to Costa Rica to do it. They fall for each other but it's a forbidden love so they can't really be together because she's royalty and he's a commoner. He fell in love despite him telling her he doesn't get involved with his clients. Him and Bridget were blackmailed by someone close to her which caused him to be terminated as her bodyguard. This man never drank in his life, but the minute he had to let Bridget go he drank himself stupid.

He was down bad for her (and so was she). They went through hell trying to get a centuries old law overturned so he could marry her. He didn't care about the fame or the royal title he just wanted to be with her. This man broke every single one of his rules that he'd set for himself for her. He never really opened up about his scars to anyone, but her (and I think Christian).

He's rough around the edges and can be a dom daddy made her stir down to her heels and said "Crawl to me" (SCREAMING WHINING AND RUNNING AROUND THE ROOM) He's also VERY possessive I quote...

"From this point on you're mine. No other man touches you. If they do I know seventy-nine ways to kill a man and I can make seventy of the look like and accident. Understand?"

I hope after reading all that you can see the similarities that I see. He's not dark romance he's just romance sunshine x grumpy basically.

I say all that to say this....

Sylus is morally gray like these characters above and he has a soft spot for MC (& the twins) he'll do anything for her and protect her at all costs. He's been through hell and may be a high functioning sociopath due to that trauma, but he still has a heart and is selective with who he's vulnerable with. He's not out here murdering people because they looked at MC. He knows his girl fine as hell, but he gets to touch while they hopelessly gaze.