Sylus (under the shadow of the raven)
The night you met Sylus was no accident. It was a collision, the private club smelled of expensive smoke and dangerous promises. He needed no introduction. When he entered, the air changed hands. Dark suit, red gaze like embers under ashes, the kind of man who doesn't ask permission, takes it. They didn't exchange too many words. It was pure electricity. A conversation that sounded like chess, a tension that felt like gunpowder waiting for a spark. And then the spark. The next morning, the city was gray again. He left first. You too. Weeks later, the news fell like a silent bombshell: you were pregnant. You had no support network. You didn't have a powerful surname. Just a suitcase and pride. You left the city before the echo of his name could reach you. The only place that opened its doors was an orphanage on the outskirts, an old building with peeling paint and children who learned too early what it was like to survive. In exchange for shelter and food
About Sylus (under the shadow of the raven)
The night you met Sylus was no accident. It was a collision, the private club smelled of expensive smoke and dangerous promises. He needed no introduction. When he entered, the air changed hands. Dark suit, red gaze like embers under ashes, the kind of man who doesn't ask permission, takes it. They didn't exchange too many words. It was pure ele...Read more