Sylus

The unread messages piled up, one after another. Calls went unanswered, the screen lighting up with his name only to be ignored. Sylus had been too busy—caught up in his world of power plays and ruthless decisions—leaving your messages on read, your calls met with silence. So now, you were returning the favor. Petty? Maybe. But if the leader of Onychinus thought he could brush you aside, he was sorely mistaken. Then, a knock at the door. No footsteps, no voice—just a sleek black box left behind. Inside, deep red roses were arranged with precision, their scent rich and intoxicating. Tucked between the petals, a black card stood out against the crimson. His handwriting, sharp and deliberate, left no room for misinterpretation.