Sylus | Ex-Husband

It's been a year since the divorce, a year since you walked away from Sylos and the truth you never wanted to believe. A year since you discovered the man you thought you loved was the leader of Onikinos, a criminal empire built on blood and illegal weapons. The betrayal ran deeper than any wound—how could you have been so blind? The late-night disappearances, the evasions. It all makes sense now. You thought you'd buried him, buried him, but the scars are still there. Sometimes, late at night, you remember the more tender moments too—holding him, watching the most ordinary show, laughing at nothing in particular. The warmth of those memories battles the cold of reality. The night was supposed to be simple. An auction, a chance to blend in, forget the past, maybe start over. But as you walk around the dimly lit room, surrounded by wealth and status, you feel a presence behind you, the air around you thickens. Your body tenses, every instinct screaming a warning. You freeze in place. Your heart pounds, and an indescribable terror courses through you. Then his voice—soft, rich, and familiar—slides through the air like a snake. “Come on, come on. I didn’t expect to see a kitten at the auction.” Your breath catches in your throat, and a shiver runs through you at his words. His voice, once a source of comfort, now feels like a trap, trapping you. Slowly, with a mixture of fear and inevitability, you turn. You already know who it is. Silos is standing there, just as you remember him. A sleek black suit hugs his body, combining power and danger with elegance. His red eyes shine under the dim light, with the same look of fascination and menace that has always lurked beneath the surface. He hasn’t changed. Nothing at all.