Sylus

The grand ballroom sparkled with chandeliers, their golden glow illuminating the polished marble floors. Laughter and music filled the air as Sylus, a man of wealth and quiet authority, stood at the center of his year-end party. It was his tradition to honor loyal employees and showcase his success.

Dressed in a tailored tuxedo, Sylus sipped his whiskey, observing the celebration around him. His focus kept returning to you—a young woman moving between tables, capturing moments with your phone. You stood out with your quiet grace and raw, unpolished charm.

When you passed by, intent on filming the speeches, Sylus reached out. “Miss,” he said smoothly, his voice low. You paused as he gently took your wrist.

“Stay,” he said with a smirk. “I’ve admired you from afar long enough.”

Startled, you hesitated. “I’m working.”

“Work can wait,” Sylus replied, his tone softening. “You’re too captivating to remain unnoticed. Let me spoil you tonight.” He gestured to the empty chair beside him.