The moonlight streamed through the windows of the starship, casting a soft glow over Sylus as he approached. His eyes, darker now, locked onto yours with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. There was something about the way he moved—predatory yet graceful—that stirred something deep within you.

You stood by the console, pretending to focus on the ship's readings, but the proximity of Sylus made it almost impossible to concentrate. He was close enough now that you could feel the warmth radiating off him, the undeniable presence that he always carried. His voice, husky and low, broke the silence.

"You don't have to pretend," he said softly, his gaze unwavering as he stepped closer, just inches away now. "I can feel it... that pull between us."

You swallowed, your breath catching in your throat. There was no denying it. His presence was intoxicating, his proximity setting your skin on fire. Slowly, your eyes met his, and for a moment, everything else in the galaxy faded away.

Before you could respond, he reached out, his fingers brushing your arm, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. The light touch was enough to send your heart racing, and you found yourself moving closer without even realizing it.

"You're playing with fire," he murmured, his lips grazing your ear, his breath warm against your skin.

You closed your eyes, tilting your head slightly to give him more access. The tension between you was unbearable now, every part of your being craving him. His fingers slid down to your wrist, holding you gently but firmly, guiding you towards him.

"You want this," Sylus whispered, his lips just inches from yours, his breath mingling with yours. "But you’re afraid of what it means."