Death:HER | Sylus Love And Deepspace

CHAPTER 3

Sylus

In the heart of the vast country club, the afternoon sun shone brightly on the perfectly manicured greens. It was a luxurious setting, ideal for a game that had become much more than just a match. The fresh air carried the smell of grass and competition, mingling with the tension between us, an unspoken challenge.

She stood across from me, embodying poise and determination, her hands firmly gripping the golf club. Her eyes, sharp and piercing, met mine with an intensity that was both unsettling and exhilarating. I could see it—the fire of ambition burning brightly in her gaze. She was eager, no, driven, to prove something today. Her presence silently promised victory.

I couldn’t help but respond with my own brand of confidence, a smirk on my lips. "Sylus," I introduced myself, as if she might have somehow forgotten the name that had become synonymous with rivalry. "Does it ring any bells?"

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze unwavering. Her lips curled into a mocking smile. "Unfortunately, it doesn't," she replied smoothly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She refocused on the task, her stance steady as she prepared her shot. I inwardly scoffed at her false indifference.

"Cocky," I muttered, admiring her audacity despite myself. "You should be thankful you're my guest today."

Her laugh was sharp, slicing through the air. "You should be the one thanking me," she said confidently, swinging the club with practiced ease. The ball flew through the air in a perfect arc, landing right in the hole with a satisfying clink. She straightened up, her smile wide with triumph. "As I always do."

I couldn’t hide my annoyance, though I kept a cool facade. "Ah, really?" I replied, taking my own swing. The ball followed her path, not as gracefully, but it reached the target. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as I caught her gaze.

"See? You're meant to kneel for me, Sylus," she teased, turning and walking away, her exit a silent victory that fueled my competitive spirit. My blood boiled with a mix of admiration and irritation.

As I followed her, I pictured her in my mind—those eyes, cold and calculating, contrasted with a knowing smile. Her presence lingered like an unanswered challenge, every word a taunt that strengthened my resolve.

When I joined my father, he looked at me with an understanding that came from years of silent communication. "Why do I have to play these games with her?" I asked, frustration in my voice.

He looked at me patiently, both annoying and comforting. "The Maximus clan is here to stay," he said. "This is the start of a journey, Sylus. A journey of possible friendship—or more."

I shook my head, clearly skeptical. "She's so cocky and demanding. I don’t like her at all."

"Maybe you'll change your mind," he replied, a slight smile on his lips. "These things have a way of evolving. Her father and I have been friends for years. It makes sense for our families to get closer."

But friendship was the last thing on my mind. With every meeting, I became more entangled in a web of resentment and rivalry. She was a formidable opponent, and each interaction only deepened my dislike. Yet, amid the sharp exchanges and competitive clashes, a truth I was reluctant to admit began to surface—a truth that threatened to unravel everything I thought I knew.

The thought lingered, uninvited and unwelcome: could there be more to this rivalry than I realized? The idea of our parents planning something as significant as marriage was hard to consider, yet it lingered on the edges of my thoughts. Every moment with her felt like a battle, but perhaps it was also the start of something neither of us could foresee—a transformation from enemies to something entirely different.