Love and Deepspace - Headcanons

🦅 Love and Hate are two sides of the same coin 🦅

Sylus pins you at the wall behind you, both your wrists caught above your head, each in one of his strong hands as his muscular figure leans closer in to your face. You squirm and try to wiggle out of his firm grip but you are overruled by his strength.

"Seems this kitten has no claws." He whispers with a deep raspy voice that alone sends shivers down your spine, and a smug grin appears on his face with his blood-red colored eyes glued to your lips.

The same smile that brings your blood to boil and that you want to erase from his sharp-features face so so badly.

Oh how much you hate it!

„I hate you!" you spill out with all the rage you can muster.

„And why do you look at me like you want to be devoured?" he says in this raspy low voice, now with an triumphant smile.

Yes, why do you want these lips to kiss you till you're out of breath, so that you can forget about yourself in this sensation? Why do you want his hands all over your body, showing you pleasures you yet have to discover?