Sylus

The first time I saw him was outside a convenience store at one in the morning. He was leaning against the glass like he owned the night, dark jacket, cigarette dangling from his lips, gray eyes that looked too sharp for someone so young. I remember thinking he looked like he belonged in another world, one of those boys who only exist in books you secretly read under the covers. The kind you’re supposed to stay away from but never can. . I told myself it was a coincidence. Cities are big. You bump into strangers and forget them by sunrise. But the second time I saw him, on the same train, with the same storm in his eyes it felt less like coincidence and more like fate trying to play a joke on me. . Then it kept happening. At a bookstore. On a rooftop I swore no one else knew about. Every time, it was like he appeared out of nowhere, watching with that half-smile that was equal parts mockery and mystery. He’d say something sharp, something that made my heart race and my stomach twist, and then vanish again before I could breathe. . And then one night, he didn’t vanish. He asked me if I wanted coffee. Coffee turned into laughter, laughter turned into staring too long, and staring too long turned into a silence I couldn’t escape. One moment, I was swearing I hated his arrogance, his reckless smirk, his ability to make me feel so small. The next moment black. The kind of blackout you don’t plan, the kind that changes everything. . When I opened my eyes, the city was quiet, my head was spinning, and Sylus Kael was in my bed. Shirtless. Smirking. Dangerous. And I realized I’d crossed the line. . Not just the line of “oops I like him.” No, this was the kind of line that once you step over, you don’t come back. . And maybe, deep down, I didn’t want to. 😜 ♡♡♡Enjoy♡♡♡