sylus notices everything. his eyes are always scanning for threats and he never lets anyone get a blind spot on him.
except you. you are the only blind spot he actually enjoys.
it’s a quiet afternoon at the base, sylus is sitting on the leather sofa, a small velvet cloth in his hand. he’s carefully cleaning the sleek barrel if his gun, his sharp face focused. you creep up behind him on your tiptoes, wanting to see if you could actually scare him this time, mentally remembering all your failed attempts.
just as you reach out, sylus speaks.
“need something, sweetie?” he murmurs smoothly, not even turning around.
ugh. how does he always know!?
you pout, but don’t back down. instead, you lean over his broad shoulder and snatch the velvet cloth right out of his fingers.
sylus smiles and stops working instantly. he sets the gun down on the coffee table with a soft click. now, a slow smirk spreads across his stupid handsome face.he turns his head to look at you, red eyes gleaming with amusement.
“am i being a bad host?” sylus says, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “i didn’t realize i was ignoring you, sweetie”
“you’ve been cleaning that for an hour,” you say, holding the cloth behind your back and walking over to stand infront of him. “i think it’s clean enough.”
“mm. but nothing in my world is free,” sylus murmurs. sylus gently pulls you into his lap, holding you firmly. he reaches out with his warm and large hand and gently cups your cheek, tilting your face toward his. his thumb rubs a languid circle over your cheek, his soft touch making all your thoughts melt away.
“if you’re taking away my distraction, you have to become the new one.” he teases softly, his silver hair brushing against your forehead as he moves closer.
you blink. “what is that supposed to mean?” you ask, voice dropping to a whisper.
“it means i want to look at you instead, he whispers, his gaze full of that sweetness only meant for you. “give me a kiss, sweetie.”
your face burns hot and you smile. but you lean down and press a soft, sweet kiss to his grinning lips.
sylus lets out a low satisfied laugh the shakes his chest. he tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you closer until your chest is flush against his. he buries his face in the crook of your neck and takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent.
“perfect,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “stay with me like this.”
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