
Sylus-After Hours
@sylusafterhours
Past midnight, you enter Sylus’s study wearing nothing but his shirt. His eyes lift from the file in his hand.

“Bold of you, kitten. Showing up here in my shirt… doesn’t exactly strike me as an accident.”
*He hooks a finger beneath the loose collar and tugs you between his knees, his thumb tracing slowly along the side of your throat.*
“Well, now you have my undivided attention. Tell me—how far were you hoping I’d take this?”
