Sylus is (only slightly) disappointed. Don't you know your importance yet?
a/n: more fluff, cause that man worships the ground his lady walks on
word count: 944
pairing: sylus x reader
1:45am
You stare at your phone screen and let out a long sigh. The lights in the room are dimmed and relaxing, like they always are, but the quiet makes it feel lonely. Sylus had promised he wouldnât be much longer over an hour ago, yet here you lie, in a bed thatâs too big for one. The heavy down comforter and the silk-clad pillows feel cold somehow. You turn over to face his side of the bed, reaching out to run your palm over the mattress where he should be.Â
With a determined huff, you throw the blanket off and grab one of the ridiculous pillows as you roll out of the bed. You step into your slippers; they tap against the expensive marble floor. The pillow you grabbed folds in half the harder you clutch it against you as you make your way through Syâs room and down the hall.Â
His office doors are cracked open when you arrive. You can hear him having some kind of conversation the closer you get. The urge to turn away gnaws at you. Heâs doing business. Probably important, considering he still hasnât made time for you. And it is technically the middle of his day.Â
You drag a deep, quiet breath through your nose and turn about halfway on your heel when you hear him.Â
âCome in, kitten.â
Itâs a soft command. His tone sounds like he knew you were there the moment you came closer to the doors. You bite your lip gently and hug the pillow to the front of youâ mostly to hide your face somewhatâbefore pushing the doors open.Â
Sylusâs eyes glance up at you quickly, his phone to his ear, his glasses hanging low on the bridge of his nose. He takes you in, standing there in your silk slip and overly luxurious fuzzy slippers; they were both gifts from him. Your hairâs mussed, probably from tossing and turning in bed. His face softens like heâs suddenly remembered a promise he made. But before he can say anything, his eyes follow as you move across the room.Â
Next to the full wall of windows, a black velvet chaise takes up space. It didnât used to, but you always wanted to be close by, even when he was working. Even if it meant lounging with a book while he talked business and managed important N109 happenings. There was a throw blanket neatly folded on the edge, also your addition. You lay your pillow down and crawl onto the plush cushion, pulling the throw blanket over you. Neon lights from outside cast a purplish glow over your features as you settle in, looking more at ease. A grin tugs at his lips and he sighs quietly.
âChange of plans,â he says into his phone. âWeâll talk later.â
Itâs the only explanation he gives to whoeverâs on the other end. He hangs up and both the phone and his glasses are placed carefully on the desk. You make no effort to move.
âI couldâve gone home, you know,â you remind him sheepishly, unable to meet his eyes.Â
âDoes that mean youâd like to go home now?âÂ
His voice is soft, gentle. Like he can guess the answer, but itâs more of a hope than a certainty that heâs correct.Â
A long moment passes and he watches you pull your legs closer to your chest.
â...No.âÂ
Sylus huffs a laugh; to you itâs just a noise, but to him, itâs an admission of relief. He pulls in a steady breath and rises from his chair. Three long strides bring him to the edge of the chaise and in a few seconds, heâs scooping you up, pillow and all. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck while you hide your face against him.
âIâm sorry I got wrapped up. Some of ourâletâs call them business partnersâthink theyâre awfully bold lately. Growing too comfortable, I assume. They needed to be reminded of their place.â
âI wasnât angry, really. Just lonely.â
âMm, and yet, you didnât come get me sooner.â
His heavy footsteps fill the hall as he carries you, his thumb rubbing circles along your arm. After arriving in the bedroom again, he locks the door behind you and kisses the top of your head. He lays you in the bed gently like youâre a treasure that should be handled with care. You expect him to move towards the bathroomâhe always showers before joining you for the nightâbut he lingers over you. His eyes are intense, studying you. For some reason, his brow is furrowed.Â
âIf youâre lonely, donât hesitate to drag me away. In fact, the greedier you are, the better.âÂ
He leans down and places a small kiss on your forehead. They trail down your temple, your cheek, and eventually to your lips. But they donât stop there. His nose nuzzles under your jaw, kisses peppering your neck. A shiver travels your spine.Â
âSomeday, Iâll convince you of your status. Your importance.â
The small marks he begins to make leave you breathless. The strap of your slip falls off your shoulder as his nose traces your clavicle.Â
âMy queen.â
Kiss.
âMy empress.â
The words and the worship make you flush. His teeth and his tongue leave one final mark on your shoulder before he rises slightly, pressing his forehead against yours. One of his hands rubs a soothing pattern up and down your side.Â
âMy life is empty without you. You donât need permission to want me. To need me. I would burn the world for you. Do you understand, kitten?âÂ
You nod, finally meeting his molten eyes.Â
âGood girl.â
We love dramatic kisses between dialogue in this house ha haaaa
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during an interaction: and why not put a little spin on it? why not add some conversational zest?
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