Falling for him (sylus and OC

Undercurrents

Beams of golden light shine in from the smooth, dark walls. They illuminate the room's elegant decor.On the sofa, Sylus shakes his whiskey glass. The ice cubes swish around, making soft clinking sounds.There's a painting on the wall called In Expectation, which depicts angels, demons, and the Grim Reaper sitting around a table.
The last empty seat seems to be for him. "Mr. Sylus."The man named Sherman walks into the room and nods humbly at Sylus. Sylus looks up, the corner of his mouth curling into a half-smile. And then, a dark-colored mist seizes Sherman by the collar and slams him into the ground. Choking and losing energy from the strangulation, Sherman claws at the mist around his neck. But he only leaves bloody scratch marks on his skin.Even a meticulously crafted plan is powerless before absolute strength.

"My time is limited, so let's cut to the chase" Sylus said.

"No... I didn't betray you..."

"Oh, I know. You're too much a coward to do it on your own. But the people who said they'd help you replace me must have made an offer only an idiot would refuse." Sylus glances at the clear alcohol in his glass and puts it back on the table. With a faint glow appearing in his right eye, he walks over to Sherman who's sprawled out on the ground. "I see.Their method of buying traitors is as old-school and uncreative as ever."

Enduring an excruciating amount of pain, Sherman finally discards his hypocrisy and scowls.

"Sy... Sylus! Don't think... With them around, you won't be cocky for long!"

Sylus reveals an intriguing smile and looks down at him. "Since you chose betrayal... My only option is to make you pay in advance."
Inside the banquet hall, people converse and mingle. Countless eyes check me out, both openly and from the shadows. I fiddle with the Protocores I bought.There are traces of other Protocurves.
These were modified. I turn around, and several pairs of eyes immediately look away. I take this chance to speak in a hushed voice into the earpiece.

"Sylus, how are things on your end."

"Miss, the brooch you're wearing is very exquisite. May I buy it from you?"A man wearing a suit suddenly blocks my way. Holding out his hand, he smiles as a faint, blue electric current flashes from his cuff.

Wearing a poker face, I step back and raise my chin. "Not interested.
Excuse me."

The man doesn't budge. He takes another step toward me instead.
"How does ten Hightowers sound? Ah, the banquet is about to start.
Would you like to dance?"

"What are Hightowers?"

"They're special weapons made from high-grade Protocores. A single Hightower can obliterate this entire hotel." I turned to see Sylus walking g up to me as he puts his arms around my waist before looking at the man "Sorry, the brooch is a gift from me. You wanted to sell it?" He Looks to me.

"Who knows if you're coming back or not." I said to him.

"Are you disappointed?"

I guess I have to play along "He was going to spend a fortune so he could dance with me. What about you? Shouldn't you make an offer as well?"

I noticed the man was leaving as I looked back at Sylus "The Aether
Core's location."

"You know where it is?"

"You'll find out after this dance." He pulls me on the dance floor

"How are you so sure l'll listen to you?" I asked.

"Refuse me all you want." He said As we danced without breaking eye contact. Holy shit he's hot.