We know that Zayne is 27, Valko is 26, and Caleb is 25. Considering Zayne prolly stayed away from Linkon from Primary to,,, maybe Uni? Caleb also moved away to study, and Valko... Well, we don't know but indulge me on this.
WHAT IF THEY ATTENDED THE SAME UNIVERSITY?
Like it was on accident, since the 3 of them are rlly smart n talented, they were able to attend the top university of the world or something.
They're all in different fields but it's still in STEM, and they probably share the same location, if not the same building (probably not tho).
Zayne first arrived and he's amazing, top student in Science, etc. In his 2nd year, he made friends (maybe thru competition or whatever) with a Technology student, Valko. Two years after that, he finds a familiar name on top of the Engineering leaderboard, specifically in Aerospace and Aviation: Caleb, who was on his 2nd year by then.
Zayne is on his 4th year but since he's medical field,,, 8 years to graduate, I think? Valko's on his 3rd year.
Before Caleb, Zayne and Valko would just pass by each other, say hi, maybe nod at each other, but never really hang out. Until Caleb.
Apparently Valko has been chatting up both upper and lowerclassmens, making friends everywhere, and Caleb fits his vibe so they quickly became friends. After Zayne and Caleb rekindled, Caleb invites both seniors out to drink. One night, Zayne ended up super drunk and the three stumble their way to Zayne's dorm room. Making sure he doesn't die, the other two slept over, and that bonding experience has changed the status of their friendship ever since.
I imagine midterms and finals week are the most fun, because it's 3 super smart geniuses trying to not die from over-studying, and it actually helps because being with each other helps with their nerves. They go to Zayne's room, bc it's clean.
It's also cute because there's no competition. No one's beating anyone. They can be the top students of their respective fields, so there's no friendship-breaking pressure to win against one another.
LADS Men and Their Favorite Filipino Dish (Headcanons)
Lolita's Note: hopefully this ficlet would convince y'all to try some filipino food 🫶🏻😋
wc: 847 (keepin' it real short for now)
cw: none! just fluffy fluff ʕ •̥ ˕ ก ʔ
Xavier - Chicken Inasal
since this man only knows how to burn the kitchen and call it cooking, chicken inasal is practically the easiest, foolproof dish xavier can make and eat.
you have to marinate it for him though, he might put too much or too little.
you can technically eye ball the marinade, but better safe than sorry!
once he catches a whiff of that juicy, tangy aroma, you best believe he'll get real impatient and keep poking at you asking: "is it done yet?"
he'll surely love the grease and the tenderness of the chicken inside.
if you suggest to add more soy sauce and calamansi, and he'll practically devour everything.
if he manages to actually get the chicken be cooked in the right… state, he'll definitely have an ego boost and will offer to cook it for the both of you next time.
make sure to cook lots of rice, because he will take all the largest parts of the chicken and ask for more servings.
Zayne - Halo-halo
ah, yes, the holy cup of diabetes!
well, not so much, since you can make a healthier version of halo-halo with just fruits, but!
he will argue with you to add more nata, more jelly AND extra leche flan.
when he saw you eating it all mixed up, he found it strange at first.
"you call that purple mixture a dessert? interesting…"
he WILL switch up real quick once he sees it BEFORE the mixing.
zayne finds it so breathtaking that he'll take lots of photos before eating it.
you teach him that you have to mix them all together with the shaved ice, but well,
this man will eat all the sweetest ingredients first, and then ask if he can add more toppings…
expect him to go down a rabbit hole of ube flavored desserts after his first taste of the philippines' most iconic sweet treat!
Rafayel - Seafood Bicol Express
spicy or not, this man will surely love how unique the flavor of this dish is.
he'd never expect coconut milk to make something so creamy and flavorful.
he will ask you to cook it for him as a comfort meal, and when you make a joke about him being a sea creature eating fishー
"did you not study about the food chain? or do you assume that all mermen are some sort of vegetarians? ugh, imagine eating seaweed everyday…" he'll sigh dramatically.
a bit of an unusual choice, but rafayel will probably not eat bicol express with rice.
if he does, the portion of it will be much more bigger than rice.
Sylus - Pork Sisig + Chicharon - Chili Flakes
this… is a very specific formula that he actually chose because he just doesn't want to eat spicy food.
anyway the combination of crunchiness and the small juicy tidbits of chopped pork will satisfy sylus's preferences for texture over taste.
he will wait for it too cool down a bit though, if it's served sizzling hot.
the first time he eats sisig though, he's unknowing that it's spicy at default, he deliberately put away all the chili flakes to the side.
and then he will eat and probably ask for another serving.
you suggest to mix the chili in but he interruptsー
"i said i like it. don't ruin it for me."
he'll probably ditch the steak for a while and pair sisig with his favorite wine.
Caleb - Kare-kare
caleb looooves to cook more than to eat. and what better dish to match that requires meticulous techniques of cooking? kare-kare.
this dish takes hours to make traditionally.
and if you don't get the measurements right, this dish will have very high chances to spoil the next day.
so he will treat it as a challenge!
you know not to doubt him since he's a very talented man.
"food's good to go! wanna join the honors of the first taste?"
he will smile like a kid when you compliment him that it tasted exactly the way it's made back home.
he's not the type to be surprised at the taste of new food especially when he knows what ingredients were used.
he did find it interesting that peanuts can be used to make such a challenging and time-consuming dish!
Valko - Chicken Curry
two words: strong scent. and you know what belongs right in that alley?
chicken curry.
meat and strong, musky scent? expect a wolfboy happily wagging his tail waiting to eat.
filipino curry doesn't usually have stronger spices and its taste is more on the milder side, but if he asks for it, you can always add some chilies!
valko isn't really particular about the taste, but he loves the blend of turmeric, ginger, and garlic.
he prefers the natural mixtures of herbs and spices as opposed to the store-bought curry powder.
once he gets a hold of this dish, he will keep its ingredients stocked in his and your fridge (for when he comes over).
gets really into it that you have to designate a chicken curry day to prevent him from eating it every day.
SCENARIO: You take them to your parents' house and introduce him as your boyfriend to them for the first time.
Rank the LADS Love Interests: Most to least likely - Who leaves the house that same day with the immediate permission from the parents for you guys to get married?
1 is Zayne bc they'd hear "doctor" and already be sold, but it helps that he's polite, mature, intelligent, etc basically perfect. + bonus points that his parents are in the picture and also doctors + extra bonus points if we knew each other as kids and my parents probably would have made him tutor me back in the day and lamented his loss forever after he moved away. My parents are (traditional?? conservative?) So they'd be very comfortable with their face value impression of him as a sexless virgin nerd since he behaves very gentlemanly in front of them.
2 is probably a tie between Caleb and Valko
Caleb since he's a golden boy and would present a cheery demeanor and caring nature + bonus points for being military since my veteran dad would be enthusiastic. + extra bonus points if we were close since childhood since they'd be very familiar with him + he'd know exactly how to behave in front of them (He immediately goes to the bottom of the list if the 'close since childhood' is in a brother way and not a childhood friend way though)
Valko bc he's a big family man which would endear him greatly to my mom given the likelihood of him contributing to caring for my parents when they're elderly. My dad would also be very fond of an engineer type nerd who is also big into nature. The only reason he wouldn't rank above Caleb is he'd probably be a bit too touchy for my parents' liking and it would piss them off lol.
3 is Xavier and he's lovely and makes a great impression, but he looks younger so they may doubt that he's really truly serious about a relationship + he has a dangerous job (which is very respected as a first-responder type position) but I think my mom would be too worried about him dying young and leaving me with children to raise alone 😔.
4 is Rafayel and my mom would like him bc he's fun, sweet, and shares creative interests with me as an artist but both my parents would look down on him doing art as a career since they're the type to not view artists seriously. It doesn't matter how much money he's making they'd still be condescending about it. My dad would actively dislike him for the art career, would think he ~looks too liberal~, and idk probably thinks he's the type of guy that's not serious about a relationship. Both my parents wouldn't like how touchy he is, but especially my dad.
5 is Sylus bc unfortunately his aura is too intimidating and he gives off criminal vibes too strongly. He'd try to present as a businessman but my dad would keep interrogating for specifics and probably demand access to his tax documents bc of the doubts of legality. My dad actively hates him, my mom might find him a bit scary, marriage is not approved we have to elope instead.
You Catch Valko & Zayne Secretly Eat TWO Whole Chocolate Cake 💖
Fluff. Warning—might be OOC. Credit images by @rinierin7 on X, proof credit to Ro (I stand by what I said that this is the best you do!) 💖
It’s 3 in the morning, and the deep sleep you were finally enjoying is rudely interrupted. You blink in the dark room, heavy eye and groggy, trying to pinpoint what exactly pulled you out of your dreams.
Then you hear it—a hushed and frantic whisper. Then the sharp clatter of a metal fork against a ceramic plate.
You drag yourself out of bed, pulling a blanket tightly around your shoulders, and shuffle down the hallway. The kitchen light is on, casting a warm glow onto the floorboards.
You step into the doorway, eyes squinting from the sudden brightness. "What.. are you two doing?"
Both Valko and Zayne freeze instantly.
Sitting at the kitchen island are two premium bakery boxes, their lids flung wide open. Valko has a massive forkful of double-fudge cake hovering halfway to his mouth. Zayne’s cheeks are visibly puffed out, a smear of dark chocolate frosting at the corner of his usually pristine lips.
They look at you like deer caught in headlights, their mouths completely full and their eyes wide with absolutely unapologetic guilt. (How dare they??)
You peer past them at the boxes. Crumbs, a smear of chocolate buttercream on the cardboard, and nothing else.
"You’ve got to be kidding me," you mutter, rubbing your temples. "You ate two WHOLE double-fudge cakes. Between the two of you. At three in the morning."
Valko quickly swallows, looking at the empty boxes and then back at you. "So... funny story—" he starts, but his voice abruptly cuts off. He winces, a hand flying up to firmly clutch the side of his jaw. "Ouch. Okay. Talking is a bad idea."
Next to him, Zayne finally swallows his bite, but his stoic expression instantly crumples. He reaches for a glass of ice water on the counter, pressing it aggressively against his right cheek, his Evol cooling the water until almost freezing.
"Valko ate a cake and a half," Zayne grumbles, his voice muffled by the glass. "I merely had my share. Which was half a cake."
"You matched me bite for bite until the sugar hit, don't lie," Valko groans. He leans his elbows on the counter and gives you this wide, incredibly pathetic look. His eyes are doing that sad, pleading puppy-dog thing that he knows always works on you. "Don't be mad. The craving was a monster. We had to slay it."
"And now your teeth are staging a rebellion," you sigh.
Zayne lowers the glass slightly. He looks exhausted, his usual collected demeanor hijacked by a massive sugar hangover and a throbbing toothache. He looks up at you, his eyes softening into a silent, miserable plea for mercy. "It was... exceptionally rich," he admits quietly. "I may have miscalculated my tolerance."
You look between them. Two capable, grown men, completely taken out by cakes in the middle of the night. You want to yell at them for the ridiculous sugar intake, for waking you up, and for not saving you a single bite, but the misery on their faces are too funny to stay mad at.
You let out a long, defeated breath. "Don't move."
You go to the bathroom and dig through the medicine cabinet, returning a minute later with mefenamat tabs and two mugs of warm saltwater.
"Sit up," you order Valko, nudging his shoulder. You hand him a mug and a pill. "Wash your mouth with this first, then take the meds. It'll help the throbbing. Zayne, here."
Zayne takes the mug with his free hand, looking at you with quiet gratitude. "Thank you. I'm sorry we woke you. And that we didn't save you any."
"Yeah, yeah. Save it," you say, a small smirk slipping out as you lean against the counter. You watch them nurse their jaws, waiting for the exact right moment to drop the bomb.
"So," you start, your tone dangerously sweet. "Since this is obviously an emergency... I’ll go ahead and call Dr. Milton. I’m sure he can squeeze both of you in for an emergency root canal first thing in the morning."
The reaction is instantaneous.
Valko chokes on his saltwater, coughing as he scrambles to sit up straight, his puppy-dog eyes vanishing into panic. "Wait, no! It's not that bad! Barely a twinge, really!"
Zayne freezes, the glass of water halting halfway to his mouth. The color drains slightly from his already pale face. "A dentist is unnecessary," he says quickly, trying to regain his composure despite the obvious flinch when he speaks too fast. "The pain is already subsiding. See? Good as new."
"Are you sure?" you ask innocently, pulling out your phone and tapping the blank screen. "Because a second ago it looked like you were dying. I think we need some drills and needles just to be safe."
Valko reaches out and gently, but frantically, covers your phone screen with his large hand. "I promise, no more midnight cakes. Just... put the phone away."
Zayne nods in solemn agreement, looking at you like you're holding a weapon of mass destruction. "We have learned our lesson. No drills."
You finally let the laugh bubble up from your chest, setting the phone down on the counter. "Alright, alright. No dentist. But you're both making me breakfast tomorrow. Something savory."
Valko sigh in relief. He steps forward and rests his chin heavily on top of your head, wrapping his large arms around you in a warm hug. "Deal," he mumbles affectionately into your hair. "Whatever you want. You're the best."
Zayne sets his empty mug down and steps closer, gently tugging the blanket tighter around your shoulders so it doesn't slip. He leans in and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, though he still wince slightly at the movement. "We are sorry we woke you," he murmurs, his voice returning to its usual low and soothing cadence. "Come on. Let's get you back to bed."
Before you can even take a step, Valko simply scoops you up into his arms, careful not to touch his aching jaw. Zayne leads the way back to the bedroom, turning off the kitchen light behind them.
Ten minutes later, you're tucked safely under the covers, sandwiched between two large, very guilty men. With Valko's steady warmth at your back and Zayne's hand gently holding yours in the dark, you decide that missing out on the chocolate cake wasn't such a tragedy after all.
The next 2 days.👆 You can’t get angry though. Just look at their face! 🥹
જ⁀➴ ✉︎ pairing: sylus x mc!reader | summary: after a mission gone wrong, you make your way to sylus' base and force yourself to train.
જ⁀➴ ✉︎ tags + warnings: angst, hurt to comfort, soft sylus, mentions of blood and injury, training until injury, self-deprecating thoughts, mentions of fighting, hugging and kissing, sylus offering comfort, protective sylus, no y/n, one-shot | wc: 1.9k+ | author's note: i think i tagged everything but pls let me know if i missed anything. title from heavy by the marias
you’re deep within the confines of sylus’ base, tucked inside a training room that was all black mats and stone walls. the stale air sits silently around you—the only thing permeating it the panting of your breath and the thumps of your fists as they assault a punching bag.
an artillery of weapons lines the walls around you. you neglect them all in favor of the rubber underneath your fists, inhaling the sting like you deserved it.
and didn’t you?
scenes from today's mission flash between your eyes. you were caught off guard, ambushed by wanderers because of your carelessness.
you throw a punch, and it is like you can feel their tendrils wrapping around you again. it’s suffocating.
in the end, you took one of them down before fleeing out the abandoned building you’d been sent to scout. you didn’t even accomplish your mission, instead, running back to headquarters like a dog with its tail between its legs.
at headquarters, you did your due diligence of reporting what had gone wrong, namely admitting to all the intel you didn't secure. how could you fail at the only thing in life you’ve ever wanted to work towards?
you punch harder. red bruises begin to bloom at the tips of your knuckle. a strange satisfaction blooms from this, as if seeing proof of your efforts will make you more adept.
this is, perhaps, the worst part. the mission had been relatively simple: get in, collect information, maybe take down a few wanderers along the way, and get out.
you had done almost none of that.
that’s why you’re here, opting to get as far away from the hunter’s association as possible. what better place than the n109 zone?
when you arrived earlier in the evening, sylus was nowhere to be found. such was what you were hoping for.
you had gotten patched up at the association just in case. after the battle, you were left with a shallow but nasty gash on your forehead and several bruises to the torso.
god forbid sylus see you with an open wound, otherwise, he'd raise hell before even asking what it was from.
it was only after you arrived though, did a memory from a few months ago surface. one that certainly didn't help the shame brewing in your chest.
it was a rare instance when the both of you had run into trouble in the n109 zone. a pack of petty thieves who had chosen the wrong people to target.
when the encounter escalated from verbal threats to physical, sylus had pushed you out of the way, absorbing a nasty punch all for the sake of protecting you.
he dealt with the rest of them no problem, and with your help, but after it was over—and the thieves lay half dead in the alleyway—you had turned to him with narrow eyes and a crease between your brows.
"why would you do that?" you asked, hand coming up to push against his shoulder.
he didn't budge.
"you mean protect you?" he said, with wide eyes and a look that bordered on shock. as if he couldn't believe you'd deny his protection.
"i didn't need you to take the hit for me," you had told him, turning away. "i can handle myself."
and from then on, sylus took care of you, but he didn't protect you. at least, not in the same way. he is always there, always hovering, but never overprotective, as if your brief confession to him was all-telling about the care you were willing to receive.
this memory lingers in your mind again as you continue your assault on the punching bag. your hand shoots out, harder than the last time, and you can't help but wonder if sylus sees something about you that you don't.
that maybe you can't handle yourself as well as you thought you could.
and if you couldn't even hold your own in a fight... then what else was there for you to claim prowess for?
the next punch breaks skin.
your knuckles sting as they split.
you wonder how far you can go until your body gives in.
by this hour of night, you feel the toll. the exhaustion settles deep in your lungs and heavy in your feet. but the pain does little to deter you.
in the back of your mind, there is a nagging voice. a fear that maybe one day, you will be ten times as injured and met with the presence of a wanderer.
you have to fight.
what will you have if you don't?
"weren't even going to tell me you were coming?"
a deep, velvet voice interrupts the room. for once, it is the last person you want to see right now.
you continue hitting, eyes locked on the poor bag in front of you.
"you can't expect to come into my home and ignore me, kitten."
you feel his presence approach you. his footsteps are almost as prominent as the thud of your punches.
you hit again and again.
and like a pin dropped to the ground, you can almost feel the moment he realizes what is going on.
the blood that stains the punching bag and your hands. the bandage pressed against your forehead. the sloppy fighting stance you're sure you've adorned but couldn't be bothered enough by to care.
a large hand wraps itself around your wrist before you can make contact again.
before you can throw yourself out of sylus' grasp, he pulls on your arm. it's not hard enough to hurt, but it is enough for you to be fully turned towards him, hands catching against his chest for balance as his arm wraps around your waist.
the look on his face is stern, red eyes automatically scanning down your face and body. it is a look he tries to make deliberate but one you recognize as frantic.
the last thing you wanted to do was worry him.
"i'm fine-"
"you're hurt."
you attempt to pull away from him, but his hold on you is firm. you remain flush against his chest with the only place to look being up at him. with breaths still heavy from exertion, you remain silent.
sylus raises a brow and tilts his head to the side, seemingly deciding that your injuries were not the highest of his concerns.
"you better have a damn good reason why you didn't tell me sooner," he says. his voice is lower than normal as if restraining himself from an outburst.
"i can-"
"and why you're injured."
"sylus-"
"and why there's blood on your hands."
he spits the words out. his breath is warm against your cheek. his grip tightens around you. you are so, so close to him.
it's hard to tell if your heart is pounding because of his intensity or his proximity.
you can tell sylus is angry. not at you, but at the helplessness he must feel.
you know sylus better than anyone, so you know his questions are an attempt at finding reason before blowing the roof off his own base.
beyond what he asks, you see the downward frown at the corner of his lips. the gleam in his eyes that are shining for you, only barely shadowed by fury.
there is something about this look in his eyes that breaks through to you.
and all of a sudden, every emotion you had attempted to harness under the guise of training came through in the form of tears.
all at once, you buckle into sylus' arms. ones that let go of your wrist and instead bring you even closer into his embrace. the two of you sink to the floor, and as the tears fall from your face, his arms are the only steady things in the room.
what you don't see is the way his expression cracks, just for a second, as if his heart is breaking just from the sound of your sobs. any ounce of anger he had been harboring disappeared all at once.
he rubs your back as you cry. gives you a minute, maybe two.
"tell me what happened."
and you do. every last bit of it. from the weakness you felt fighting the wanderers to your failure of a mission.
you don't even mean to confess all of it. just enough so he understands why you're crying, but once you start, it all comes spilling out.
the words tumble from your lips. you speak what must be incoherent sentences. this is all you have ever worked towards. it's the only thing you could trust yourself to do well.
you even tell him about the time he took the hit for you in the alley. something that is as simultaneously haunting as it is irrelevant.
and beneath what you say, sylus knows exactly why it is so important to you for you to protect yourself.
he responds to your confessions with soft hums and brief nods. at some point, his hand comes up to pat your head. you think the action makes you cry more.
sylus gives you time. for this, you are most grateful.
he lets your breathing even out and your tears slow their fall. it is only then does he pull back from the embrace he wrapped you in. you almost don't want to look him in the face knowing how the crying looks on your face.
but the look in his eyes when you meet them is anything but bothered by that. instead, it is a look you almost mistake for pity.
because in all the time you have known sylus, he has never looked at you with only love. it is always a fraction of the expression, mixed in with concern or curiosity or lust.
but in this moment, sylus looks at you with pure adoration. you feel it in the depth of his gaze. in the dilation of his pupils. in the way his entire being would bend the rules of the universe just to be here before you.
his thumb comes up to brush a tear from your cheek, and he cups your face in his hands.
"you are not a failure," he says it with more belief than you think you've ever had for yourself in your life.
"do you think you got to where you are by being weak? every battle is a testament to your strength, even the bad ones."
sylus leans back and moves to hold your hand, running a feather-light touch over the newly split cuts.
"i will not let you hurt the strongest person i know."
he brings your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to your wounds. his words come slow and sincere.
"and if you ever feel like your hard work isn't enough, i will do everything in my power to get you where you want to be. just say the word."
at this, he brings both of your hands to his heart, bringing you ever so much closer. and slowly, as if asking for permission, he inches his lips towards yours.
the kiss is sweet.
his lips capture yours, and a heated warmth spreads through you. it is filled with all the love he cannot put into words. a promise of all the truths he has just expressed.
sylus is not the cure to your doubts, but he is a form of severance.
in the dim light of the training room, he embraces you so lovingly that you can't help but believe these doubts could one day dissipate.
જ⁀➴ ✉︎ author's note: is this one-shot just me projecting? maybe LMAO. this is my first time writing sylus and lads in general, so i hope you enjoyed! i've been deep in the lads rabbit hole, and it's the only thing on my mind lately lol. i know people who are taken aback by the concept or the nsfw aspects of it, which i understand isn't for everyone! but at the end of the day, lads is so special because of the comfort, adventure, and love it offers. that's part of what inspired me to write this :3 and for these reasons, #bringvalkoback!!! (ps thanks for reading my rant)
"I recall Sylus's fondness for Linkon's blossoms in the spring. I wonder if the vibrant, autumn leaves are just as charming to him. Besides... who can resist the aroma of roasted chestnuts from a Linkon food street?"
The fight wasn't even that bad, really. You'd been in a mood that day, and all he'd done was try to cuddle with you when you had snapped back at him. He tried to tease you, to calm you down like he usually did, but his emotionally unaware ass had clearly not noticed the difference between pissed and extremely angry.
Now, you were out on a shopping spree.
The shopping spree wasn't the problem. In fact, if it was up to Sylus, he was trailing behind you every day and watching you buy out mall after mall happily, making Luke and Kieran carry all the bags for him while the only thing he held was your waist. He'd sit for hours in dressing rooms watching you spin for him, giving you his undivided attention.
No, the problem wasn't the shopping spree at all. It was the fact that you were using your card.
It was the first time in ages that Sylus actually felt an emotion that was close to... was that distress? He'd given you card after card after card to use whenever he wasn't there, which was NEVER, because he was always there. Always.
So when he saw the bags in your room from the various luxury brands he spoiled you with, he'd just assumed you'd gone to a mall without him to cheer you up. Sure, he'd been a little sulky that he didn't get to come with you, but as long as you felt better and came back to sleep with him in the same bed, he didn't complain.
Yet, when he'd logged onto his financial records to deposit some more money into his card for you, a furrow formed between his eyebrows, realizing that nothing had been withdrawn at all. And Sylus may have been emotionally unaware at some points in his life, but he definitely wasn't stupid.
You knew that you had millions of dollars to spend with just a flick of his black card whenever you wanted to; it was just pocket change to him. He could buy out this whole fucking continent for you and still have enough to stay happy till the day he died, yet you still insisted on acting like a stubborn mule and using your own money, because you knew it pissed him the fuck off.
"Why aren't you using my card, sweetie?" A low voice hit your ears the moment you stepped into the house, dragging along with you a trolley's worth of bags, stumbling under the weight. Whoever said that money couldn't buy happiness clearly didn't live with the boss of Onychinus.
"I don't know what you're talking about," you huffed, watching him take four bags from you with ease, the other hand taking three more to lighten your load.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," he said pointedly, looking down at you. His voice was still quiet and calm, but the look in his eyes told you he was definitely not happy with it at all. You didn't reply, hauling the rest of whatever you'd bought to your room before Sylus put the bags down and spun you around, hands on your hips.
"Princess," he murmured, thumbs stroking against your hips. "You know I can just deposit all my money into your card too, right?" This was false- he had already deposited money into your card, just not as much as he would have liked to, in case you noticed too soon. You just didn't realise, giddily swiping your card when you saw there was still money inside. God, you needed to be more financially aware.
"As if," you scoffed, and Sylus bit back a smile. You were so oblivious sometimes it was cute. How did you think he got to such a high position without the basic knowledge of bank account infiltration? "And who told you you had permission to hold me again?"
"The six pairs of lingerie you just bought," he purred, leaning in closer. "And the seven more you probably would have bought if you used my card."
"I don't need your card to buy everything," you huffed angrily, poking at his chest and earning an amused eye raise. It was so unfair that he was still so antagonizingly hot even when you were mad at him. It just made you madder.
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