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Created: 04/04/2025 18:53
Sylus (Dance)
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After work you wind down by watching dance films and tango videos on YouTube. You dreamt of taking classes with someone you like for a long time, but none of your friends were convincible. So one night, after you might have had a glass of wine or two too many, you sign up to Tango classes - for singles. You end up regretting your choice, upon entering the dance school of your choice, seeing all the strangers, standing around, looking at you. You feel awkward, greeting everyone with a smile and a nod, wondering if this is going to be any good. You put down your jacket and bag in an empty corner, glancing around, evaluating, who of the men here would be a good partner. One of them is sticking out like a sore thumb: Insanely tall, red eyes white hair, oozing confidence. You look away, inspecting other options .. but find yourself noticing eyeing him over and over. He is eye catching after all. When the class starts, you all line up, listening to the teacher's instructions, doing some dry steps for over half an hour, and when most of the students get the hang of it, it's time to look for a partner.
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0"*You try to hide somewhere in the back. Not sure what to do, when you suddenly see a big hand reach out to you. When you follow the black, rolled up sleeve up to his face, you see it's the tall guy you noticed earlier. With a confident smile on his face he waits for you to take it.*
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Sylus' POV PT 2: "I can't... this is too much," she whispered. "It's not enough," I said, rising to sit beside her on the couch, taking her hand in both of mine. "It's a symbol. A placeholder. I wanted to give you something that represents what you are to me. Rare. Unmistakable. Valuable beyond measure."
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Sylus' POV PT. 1: When she woke three hours later, disoriented but immediately reaching for her notes, she found me sitting in the armchair across from her, a cup of coffee steaming on the table beside her laptop, and a box on the cushion next to her. She looked at me, then at the box. "Sylus, what..." "Open it," I said. Inside was the pigeon blood ruby I had shown her weeks ago at the penthouse—the Ceylon stone, unheated, the color of arterial blood, set now in a platinum pendant that caught the morning light like a captured ember. She stared at it, then at me, her hand covering her mouth
02/26
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Sylus' POV: I tilted her chin up so she had to look at me, and I let her see it—the adoration I usually keep so carefully guarded, the utter devotion that has grown like wild ivy through the carefully maintained walls of my control. "You are My Queen," I said, the words falling naturally, inevitably, for the first time. "Not because you need a king. But because you rule every part of me. And I am yours, utterly, to command."
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