Sylus sank to his knees before you, his hands sliding along your thighs as he kneeled between them. He looked up at you.
“Say it, sweetie,” He pleaded. “Tell me we belong to each other."
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Contents: Sylus x fem!reader
CW: suggestive, a bit angsty, possessiveness, frustrated reader, oneshot
Side note: I'm honestly not the biggest fan of writing angst in general because it kind of stresses me out lol, but I had to get the idea out of my head. I do like this back-and-forth dynamic though, so I'll want to write something involving more lighthearted banter between the two.
Lmk what you would like to see next, or even if you would like for me to continue this one 🫣
Your words pierced Sylus like a blade driven through his chest, ripping apart any reason he was clinging to. He didn’t own you. He knew that. But he was willing to take every measure necessary to keep you safe and protected, even if that meant being locked away from the outside world.
“No.” His voice was calm and steady. “I don’t own you.” He crossed the room with calculated steps, leaving you no room to fall back until you were met with the wall.
“Regardless of what I own…” He continued, “What I operate, what I control…” His words faded into a deafening silence before he finished. “Your safety is what I demand.”
You didn’t break his gaze, not for a second.
“You come and go whenever–wherever you please,” you shot back. “Why shouldn’t I?”
His gaze locked into yours with suffocating intensity, so fierce that your eyes threatened to sting with tears.
Both of his hands rose to plant themselves on either side of you, caging you in completely.
“Because I care. I’ll do what it takes to protect you, to ensure that nothing can touch you.”
“Nothing except for you.”
You knew there was truth behind his claim. Reason, too. But reason had no place in the frustration coursing through your veins. Determined to leave the conversation with the last word, you turned away, barely managing a single step before Sylus took hold of your shoulder to keep you in place. With a firm pull, he spun you around, dissolving any and all distance between the two of you.
The kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. But neither were you.
Your bodies crashed into each other as your fingers gripped his hair in handfuls. Your lips moved harshly against his, so angrily that you could taste the blood your teeth had drawn.
A groan tore from his throat, involuntary and raw. He dipped low to grab the underside of your thighs, hoisting you up for your legs to wrap around his waist. His kiss remained intact as he carried you through the dimly lit space, lowering you onto the dark leather of his armchair. Before you could protest or even shift, a rush of energy surged across your body – his evol, keeping you pinned in place against the fabric.
He sank to his knees before you, his hands sliding along your thighs as he kneeled between them. He looked up at you.
“I belong to you…” He started, slowly lifting your leg to drag his lips across the sensitive flesh of your thighs. His groan vibrated against your skin as he continued. “...as much as you belong to me. There is nothing you can do about that.”
“Sylus…” You breathed. Though his evol kept you pinned, it was the heat of his mouth that was truly imprisoning.
“Say it, sweetie,” He pleaded. “Tell me we belong to each other." He dragged his tongue upwards along the skin of your inner thigh, halting when you spoke.
“I hate you,” you managed instead, the lie leaving a foul aftertaste behind your lips.
Sylus chuckled. “You don’t. But I'll make you say it anyway.”
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