summary: after sylus returns gravely injured from a mission alongside mc, you leave after nursing him through his injuries, convinced you no longer belonged in his world. but when the leader of onychinus comes to take you back, will the two hearts buried beneath the silence finally find the courage to speak?
tags: sylus x non-mc reader, angst with a happy ending, comfort, injury, insecurities, jealousy, protective sylus, misunderstandings, non-canonical events to the game timeline and story
trigger/content warning: mentions of blood, injuries, emotional distress, fear of abandonment, relationship conflict, questioning of self-worth (pls skip this if this kind of theme triggers you)
word count: 5.4k
a/n: tbh i find sylus a bit difficult to write because he’s the type of person who is kinda unreadable lol. like sometimes you look at him and ask yourself what’s going on in his mind. anyways my classes are gonna start, so i’ll be busy for some time. but i’ll still write and post! love y’alls.
Raindrops dripped from the edge of your umbrella as the elevator climbed toward the highest floor of the Onychinus headquarters. Silence accompanied you, apart from the occasional patter of the raindrops falling onto the marble beneath your shoes.
The elevator chimed softly before the doors slid open. You lowered your umbrella and stepped inside the comforting, familiar space, with a paper bag of freshly baked pastries swinging lightly from your hand. You had passed your favorite bakery on the way over, and knowing that Sylus had the habit of forgetting meals whenever he got too busy, you made a small detour.
Over the past year and a half, you and Sylus had gotten accustomed to each other's habits, and you bringing random foods from your favorite places was nothing unusual for him.
You slipped off your shoes by the entrance and made your way inside.
“Welcome home, Miss!” Luke’s face brightened as he emerged from the kitchen.
“Hi, Luke.” You placed your bag on the coffee table before slipping out of your damp coat. “I brought some pastries.”
“Whoa! Thanks, miss.” Luke leaned over the paper bag and took one croissant. “You’re my favorite person, Miss,” he added.
“You always say that whenever I bring something delicious.” You retorted, plopping yourself down on the huge, comfortable sofa in Sylus’ living room.
“He just wants more food, Miss,” Kieran remarked without looking up from the tablet in his hands.
Luke looked at him, feeling offended. “I appreciate kindness.”
“You appreciate free food.”
A chuckle escaped your lips as you started unpacking some of the pastries onto a plate. “Have some too, Kieran.”
“Thanks, miss.” He said, placing down his tablet for a few moments.
“By the way, where’s Sylus?” You leaned your head against the backrest of the sofa.
“Boss? Oh. He left over an hour ago,” Luke said.
“He said something urgent came up,” Kieran added. “He was in too much of a hurry.”
You tilted your head slightly. “At this hour?”
Neither of them answered immediately, and Luke rubbed his back. Upon seeing their reactions, you just nodded your head.
Silence overtook the atmosphere for a while.
It was not unusual for Sylus to disappear unexpectedly, especially in his line of business. You were aware that the enemies who wanted him dead did not wait for convenient hours to cause a problem.
On the other hand, you would not deny the feeling of anxiety that crept in every time he disappeared without a word. There would be a few times when he would inform you that he had some ‘urgent business’ to attend to and that he would be back. When you asked him specifics, he would give the most basic information and leave.
To you, Sylus rarely spoke about the deeper matters of the Onychinus unless it directly concerned you, and you understood that there were parts of his world you were simply not meant to step into. And for that, you would not deny that you sometimes felt bitter.
You reached for your phone on the coffee table and tapped his name from your recent calls, at least hoping he would answer.
The line rang once, twice, and thrice, but there was no answer. And even though you were patient enough to wait for a minute, you were met with nothing but a failed dial tone. You stared at the screen for a few seconds before lowering it to your lap.
“Boss man must be occupied,” Luke said, trying to reassure you. “Pretty sure he’ll call in a hurry when he sees your missed calls.”
“Probably.” Your voice remained calm, but your fingers traced the screen of your phone anxiously.
Almost forty minutes had passed. While the twins were doing their business, you kept checking your phone every few minutes, hoping to receive a message from your lover.
You glanced at the clock. It was almost nine-thirty in the evening. Then, you glanced back at your phone. Surely, one more call would not hurt.
You pressed the call button again, the familiar ringing accompanying the silent atmosphere. And much to your disappointment, there was no response from the other line.
“He could have at least had you two to accompany him,” You sighed heavily, a crease forming between your brows as you placed your phone on your side.
Luke instinctively answered without thinking. “Oh! But Miss MC is accompanying him.”
The words settled in the room with a surprising weight.
“Boss man said that he needed her for the mission,” Kieran looked up, as if thinking of something.
Luke nodded in agreement. “It seemed like he didn't really have a choice, though.”
Sylus needing her was reasonable. You knew about MC’s skills and abilities. And although both of you were hunters, she was ahead of you in terms of years of experience. However, you also knew that Sylus would not involve anyone unless they had a purpose.
And even though you tried to silence your mind, thoughts came flooding in.
Was the mission that dangerous?
When are they coming back?
You swiftly shook your head to push the thoughts aside. All you could do was exhale heavily and close your eyes.
He'd be fine— is what you told yourself. He is Sylus. He always came back.
The words became a habit over the past year and a half, a reassurance that no matter the circumstances, Sylus would come back despite walking into danger.
Luke eventually wandered into the kitchen to make coffee, humming softly to himself as if to ease the heaviness in the air. Kieran returned to the tablet resting on his lap, though every now and then, he often glanced at you, worried about your uneasy expression. Sometimes, he would glance at the elevator too.
None of them had to say it aloud, but they were waiting too.
The pastries remained untouched on the coffee table. The buttery aroma that had filled the room earlier had long since faded into the air.
You unlocked your phone how many times? You could no longer count. And yet, your messages were still empty.
“Luke, Kieran.” You sat straight. “Is it possible for you to take Sylus’ tracks? We can at least—”
Before you could continue, a soft ding shot through your body.
You, Luke, and Kieran looked at the elevator in anticipation. Luke stood on his feet. “Boss?”
You saw the familiar figure of your lover, and for a brief second, relief washed over you.
Sylus’ body sagged as MC supported his weight. Luke immediately ran towards him, taking one of his arms over his shoulder. Kieran moved just as fast, supporting his other side.
A deep red stained Sylus’ shirt, though the flow seemed to have seeped more slowly. Some of the deeper cuts along his neck and collarbone were visibly mending themselves closed in uneven lines.
“What happened?” Your eyes locked on MC, whose clothes were stained with dirt and whose arms were marked with dried blood.
“Although we have accomplished the mission,” she paused. “... it was too difficult.” She tore the ripped fabric on her shirt and used it to stop her wound from bleeding. “He has overexerted his energy this time.”
You stepped forward immediately to assist Sylus, taking his weight off of Luke and Kieran. “Luke, get the medical kit from the cabinet. Kieran, can you go clean the bed? Just in case we move him there later.”
“On it, Miss!” Luke and Kieran moved in hurried steps, immediately disappearing from your sight.
As soon as the two vanished from your sight, your gaze snapped back to Sylus.
His eyes were half-lidded, unfocused. He lifted his head, and as soon as his gaze met yours, a small smirk formed across his lips. “Sweetie,” he rasped hoarsely.
The endearment should have calmed your heart. But instead, it added to a surge of an unfamiliar feeling inside your chest.
You looked away and started to guide Sylus towards the sofa. “MC, go sit on the sofa. Let’s get your wounds treated.”
“Oh no. This is just a graze. I will go to Akso Hospital right after this,” she replied. “I am sorry for everything that happened.” She wrapped her wound with the clothing and sighed.
“It’s alright,” you quickly replied, taking off Sylus’ clothes carefully.
Luke immediately handed you the medical kit, and you quickly took a gauze from it. Seeing you scrambling, MC’s gaze lowered with guilt.
“I’ll be going,” she said.
“Miss MC, are you sure you’ll be alright?” Luke asked.
MC offered him a reassuring smile. “Yes. I'll be fine.”
Kieran came back in long strides, looking towards MC. “I'll escort you downstairs, Miss.”
Before leaving, MC looked at you once more. “I am sorry again. Please take care of him.”
The elevator doors slid shut behind her.
Silence settled over the penthouse once again.
After a while, Luke stood up and left, then returned with clean towels and a basin of warm water. Kieran, who had just come out of the elevator after escorting MC, exchanged anxious looks with his twin, feeling the tension in the air.
Without a word, you continued cleaning Sylus’ wounds. You were at least thankful enough that he had a bit of energy left that helped slowly close his wounds.
Meanwhile, the latter stared at your face.
“Sweetie,” he called, voice barely above a whisper.
Luke and Kieran exchanged looks with one another again and distanced themselves from the two of you, pretending to be doing their own business.
You wrapped the bandage around his abdomen carefully, encircling the layers above one another until it covered his healing wound.
“How cold. I am all wounded, and all I get from my sweetie is a silent treatment,” He sarcastically said, watching you roll the unused gauze.
Luke and Kieran, who were listening at a proximal distance, felt nervous upon hearing nothing but your silence.
It was very uncommon of you to stay silent during these matters.
Whenever Sylus came home wounded, you would have usually scolded him. You would have told him to stop smirking, and would have told him to stop pretending that he was not in pain.
You stood up from your seat and grabbed the medical kit, preparing to return it to the cabinet.
However, with his remaining strength, Sylus reached for your hand. As soon as you looked at him, you saw an unusual expression on his eyes— uncertainty.
“Leaving already?” Sylus’ voice was rough from exhaustion, with a hint of amusement. “Since when does a doctor abandon her patient halfway through the treatment?”
You lowered your gaze to where his hand rested around your wrist.
“The treatment is finished,” you said flatly.
“Hm? I'd argue otherwise.” He pulled your body a bit closer. “Is it too selfish for a patient to request that the doctor observe him a little longer?”
Your heart rang in your ear, but you were not flustered. Your heart beat fast, but not because you felt giddy.
Is this entire situation amusing to him?
An unusual sensation weighed on your heart— something heavy, something explosive, as if it was going to burst any moment.
You swiftly loosened your wrist from his hold.
You swallowed. “If you have that remaining energy to talk,” You attempted to steady your trembling voice. “Why don't you use that to let your Evol fully close your wounds and walk yourself to bed?”
You picked up the medical kit, and in your other hand were the stained clothing and towels. You dropped the fabrics in the water basin and walked away without looking back.
A frightening silence followed.
Sylus knew you were upset. There was no mistaking it. Not because you raised your voice a little. Not because you answered back sarcastically. If anything, it was the complete opposite.
For a year and a half, Sylus had come to know every version of you. The crybaby who shed tears with every gift, even with the smallest ones, the flustered one who often gets shy with his assertiveness, the gentle one who caressed his wounds softly, the stubborn one who insisted on staying awake until he came home even when it was late—
And the worried one, who always scolded him first before tending to his wounds.
But tonight, he did not see that version of you.
You did not lecture him. There was no scolding, no complaints about his recklessness. He only heard silence.
The silence gave way for an unfamiliar feeling to form in his chest. And for the first time in his life, he could not read you.
Sylus’ eyes lingered on the hallway where your figure disappeared. He could simply stand up and go after you, corner you in the kitchen, explain himself, and pull you close until what bothered you had subsided.
But as much of a jerk he was, he respected your personal space. He knew you would be angrier if you were provoked further.
He knew you well enough to understand one thing. When you were ready to talk, you would. And if you were not, no amount of teasing, coaxing, or shameless flirting would change your mind, especially tonight.
Sylus decided to let you cool off. Then perhaps tomorrow would be a better time. Perhaps by then, he could explain why MC had to accompany him and the circumstances that forced him to overexert his energy.
Although no conclusion could ease the crease in his brow and his restless thoughts, the fatigue in his body began to take its toll. He was tired enough not to bother standing on his feet and head to the bedroom.
Sylus told himself he would rest only a few minutes, just long enough for his strength to recover. Afterwards, he planned to come find you in the bedroom, lie beside you in comfort, and pull you in his arms.
Soon, the remaining ache and the exhaustion lulled him to sleep.
A soft, comforting warmth jolted his body awake, feeling a fabric press against his collarbone. His brows drew together as his consciousness slowly returned.
The blanket draped over him was tucked neatly around his bare body, shielding him from the cool air that had settled over the penthouse overnight. Slowly, he pushed himself upright, the blanket falling off his body. Instinctively, his gaze swept across the living room.
“Sweetie.” The words slipped from his mouth unconsciously. His eyes wandered, looking for you.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching. Luke greeted him, and Kieran followed behind. “Afternoon, Boss—”
“Where is she?” He cut off with a sharp tone, making the twins flinch.
The twins looked at each other for a brief second before Luke spoke. “Miss left early this morning.”
“She said she was heading to work,” Kieran added.
Without another word, he reached for his phone resting on the coffee table and immediately searched for your contact. Alas, it rang, but the line abruptly ended. Frowning, he pressed the call button again.
‘The number you are trying to call is busy right now. Please try your call again later.’
He clicked his tongue, and his jaw clenched.
The walk home felt longer than usual.
Your mind was in a daze the entire time. The rustling and noises of the street merely echoed in the background. Even during your work hours, you could barely focus on the Wanderers you fought, and even after that, your colleagues approached you to ask if you were okay.
And just like usual, you pretended. You pretended to smile like everything was fine. You pretended to breathe alright, even though your chest kept tightening whenever you thought of Sylus.
By the time you reached and opened the door of your apartment, the usual silence greeted you.
But you immediately sensed a presence amidst the silence.
"You certainly know how to make someone work for an audience, sweetie." You saw Sylus sitting on your couch with his legs crossed, tossing a coin on his fingers.
Your breath hitched as you stared at him, frozen in place. After a second, you immediately turned around, reaching for the doorknob. Suddenly, a dark crimson spread across the lock, sealing it before disappearing. Your hand stiffened, realizing that there was no way out.
“Not so fast, sweetie.” You heard the shifting sound of your couch, and slow footsteps approaching you from behind. “We’ve only seen each other for a second, and you’re already trying to leave? Talk about making your man feel unwelcome.” The footsteps stopped as you felt his figure towering over you.
You gritted your teeth and clenched your fists, remaining unmoved from your position.
“I think I’ve earned at least five minutes of your time, sweetie.”
Sylus watched your back, waiting for you to turn around and scream at him and punch him. But seconds had passed, and none of it came.
And then he noticed it. Your shoulders trembled.
Sylus’ calm expression immediately turned into a frown. Without wasting another moment, he reached for your shoulder lightly. When you did not refuse his touch, he gently turned you toward him.
The moment your face came into his view, his breath immediately hitched, and his eyes widened.
As soon as he saw your eyes, the pieces finally fell into place. You were not just crying because you were angry and frustrated. You were hurt.
You swallowed hard, but the effort to stop your tears only made more spill over. You parted your lips slightly, attempting to speak— but nothing came out.
Sylus gently slipped his arm beneath your knees, and his other arm supported your back, lifting you close to his arms.
You wanted to fight it. You wanted to push him away. But you simply could not. You were tired.
The couch dipped softly beneath you as he sat you down carefully, as if he was holding something fragile. Then, Sylus lowered himself to one knee, gazing at your eyes softly.
“Sweetie, it’s all my fault.” His voice softened, and the usual smugness in it disappeared. His hand reached for your cheeks, then to your eyes, brushing away the tears that kept spilling.
You let out a bitter laugh. Your trembling hands slowly rose to wrap around his wrist. Then, you gently lowered his hand away from your face.
“... Am I that incompetent, Sy?” You said in between trying to catch your breath.
“What?” Sylus flinched from the question, his brows knitting together. “No, sweetie—”
“Am I really that incapable?” You cut him off. “So incapable that the only place you think I belong…” You paused, biting your lip. “... is somewhere far from your side?”
“No, sweetie.” He reached to grasp your hand. “You’re mistaken.”
“Then why?” You raised your head, eyes locking with his. “Why is that what you’ve shown me?”
Sylus' expression hardened. “Sweetie—”
“I have watched you leave through that door over and over again.” Your voice broke, your tone shifting into something much more vulnerable. “You would tell me that it’s just one of your dangerous missions.”
You laughed bitterly. “I told myself it was enough. I told myself that loving you meant accepting that there are some parts of your world I could not step into.” Then your gaze lowered again. “But why does it feel like I was never meant to be a part of it at all?”
Sylus opened his mouth, attempting to say something, but you interrupted him. “You trust Luke. You trust Kieran. You trust her.” Your voice cracked, tears threatening to spill again from your eyes. “But never me.”
You gently pulled your hand away from him. “Why, Sy? Why do you only see me when things are easy? Why do you only think of me when things are comfortable?” You wiped your tears, but they kept spilling.
“That is untrue, sweetie.”
Your breathing became uneven, and this time, your voice shook. “You trust her with your entire self, but you only let me see the parts of you that you think are safe.”
As your head lowered, both of your hands covered your face, trying to cover the tears that kept falling. “Do you not trust me at all?”
Sylus caressed your cheek, trying to make you look at his eyes once again. “No. I trust you—”
“Trust me in what?” You pushed his hand away, your voice rising. “Ah, right. You trust me.” Your hand ran through your hair. “You trust me in patching your wounds, you trust me in waiting for you.” You paused. “But you don’t trust me enough to stand beside you. Perhaps I am too weak.”
“Do not go putting words in my mouth, sweetie. I do not view you as someone weak.” Sylus rasped.
“Then what am I supposed to think?!” You stood up in frustration. “I am not some animal that needs to be hidden away, Sy.” You said as he slowly stood up, still staring at you. “I'm not something that belongs in a cage while you go out there and fight alone."
Your hands clawed on the sides of your head as your voice stuttered in between sobs. “I never asked to replace her, Sy. I am not asking for her to stop accompanying you.” You hunched. “All I want to do is stand alongside you too.”
You heard Sylus click his tongue. “Enough. You are hurting yourself.” Sylus walked towards you and pulled your hands away from your head.
You weakly clutched his hand, giving his palm a desperate kiss. “Sy… Is it because she understands your world and I don’t?”
He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. “No, sweetie. You understand me more than anyone else.”
You leaned against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around your waist as you felt the exhaustion slowly weighing on your body. “Then why, Sy?” You faintly asked. “It feels unfair. All I see are your smiles, your teasing, that flowery bullshit.” Your breathing slowed, gradually easing. “But someone else sees the rest.”
You raised your head and met his eyes. “Do you think that my love is superficial? Do you think that I’ll stop loving you if I saw the ugly parts?”
After a few seconds of silence, you gently pushed him away. “It’s unbelievable. Your lover is right beside you, but your emergency contact is someone else.”
“I know she's better than me in every single way. She's stronger, she's capable, she's smart.” You said, looking him in the eyes firmly. “That’s why I am giving you an out.”
Silence settled between the two of you. Sylus stared at you, and you could have sworn you saw his jaw clenched despite his unreadable expression.
“...That’s not how this works, sweetie.” The words escaped from his mouth as a low exhale, and he shook his head. “I’d rather have you furious at me.” His voice dropped lower as he slowly walked towards you, making you step backwards. “Yell at me. Curse me. Shoot me. Rip my heart out with your own hands.”
“But you don’t get to leave.”
Before you could speak, Sylus swiftly slid one arm beneath your thigh, and his other arm supported your waist.
A gasp escaped your lips as he effortlessly lifted you off the ground. “Sy—!”
“You’ve thoroughly cornered me, sweetie.” His voice remained calm as he walked towards the kitchen. “Now, at least allow the defendant to speak.”
Within seconds, the two of you reached the kitchen island. He sat you down gently atop the smooth countertop, and with a flick of his finger, swirls of crimson and black materialized around the pitcher and lifted into the air. Then, Sylus smoothly caught the pitcher and poured water into an empty glass.
“Drink.” He said firmly, placing the glass in your hands.
“You’re dehydrated.” He gently brushed his knuckles against the dried tears on your eyes. “Or do you want me to make you drink?”
You gulped and immediately took a small sip. After seeing you swallow, the tension in his shoulders eased. Then, he gently took the glass from your hand and set it aside.
“To think that my woman would feel this small,” he sighed. “I am a most wretched man.”
Sylus lifted his hand and caressed your cheek. “I suppose I failed to remind you how impossibly high my standards are.”
“It’s infuriating.” He brushed one stray tear that lingered on your cheek before letting his hand rest on your chin. “The most extraordinary woman I've ever met is sitting in front of me, convinced she's weak, convinced she's not enough.”
A small, bitter smile formed across his lips. “Do you remember the first time we met?”
“You were the most stubborn woman I have ever met.” Sylus chuckled. “I warned you to stay away. Not because I doubted you, but because I knew what my world demanded of those who stood close to me.”
He let out a sigh. “And yet, you followed me, told me that it was not my decision to make, just like the stubborn woman you are.”
“Why does that sound like an insult?” You frowned.
“Oh no, sweetie. I am complimenting you.” He cupped your cheeks and made your eyes lock in his. “You were also stubborn enough to save a child who was almost killed by a Wanderer, only to get yourself hurt in the process.”
“I was just doing my job—”
“And strong enough to drag yourself to my base while you're wounded?” He said with amusement. “Sweetie, even I would pass out.”
“You're lying. It would take at least twenty bullets before you'd pass out, Sy.” You slapped his hand away, as if you were upset.
“I’d argue otherwise. If you shoot one bullet through me, I'd happily wager myself between life and death.”
“What are you saying?” You pinched his nose. “Don’t say things like that so easily!”
He let out a soft laugh. “... There she is.”
You huffed and looked away from him.
“I know that I am the cause of your suffering, sweetie. If I've been foolish enough to let that absurd thought take root in your head…” He planted a soft kiss on your temple, making you look back at him. “Then I'll be the one to erase it.”
You blinked. “What do you mean…?”
“I have never viewed you as someone weak, sweetie.” His voice remained calm, but firm. “I've seen what you're capable of.”
“I've seen you stand your ground when anyone else would've run. I've seen you fight.” He paused. “I've seen you make impossible decisions without letting your emotions cloud your judgment. Under perilous circumstances, you're even more rational than MC.”
He slowly brushed his hand against your wrist, crawling up to your fingers, and he intertwined his digits with yours.
“Then… Why don't you allow me to stand beside you?” You asked with a confused, pained look.
“I do not want you to get hurt. You’re confusing the two.” He planted a wet kiss on the hand that intertwined with his.
“I have walked into rooms with death eyeing me,” he said. “I’ve had guns pointed at my head. I've had flying bullets attempting to cease my life.”
He then pressed his forehead against yours. “None of it is enough to shake me.”
He lowered his gaze to your lips. “But you're the one variable that slips out of my control.”
You heard his uneasy breathing, making you trace your fingers against his arm.
Never in your life have you seen the leader of Onychinus lose his control. Sylus always made sure that everything was precise, planned, and calculated. And yet, the man who was feared by everyone was weak like this in front of you?
“This life was never meant to be clean.” He let out a faint smile and pulled away. “Blood, enemies, the certainty that someone would always be waiting to put a bullet through my heart— I'd sooner let that blood stain my own hands than yours.”
You caressed his cheek and made him look at you. “Sy, I do not need my life to be clean. If my hands are to be stained with blood, then so be it. I do not want the safe. I want to be with you.”
“Sweetie, if MC was hurt,” he paused. “I would temporarily retreat and tell her to get treated somewhere.”
He buried his face into the crook of your neck.
“But if it had been you,” His jaw tightened. “The mission would've ended the moment you bled. The N109 Zone would've burned for all I cared.”
Ah, the leader of Onychinus, who is usually calm and calculated, would burn the world all for you?
And here you thought that he did not trust you, that you were incapable.
“My enemies are dying to get their hands on you, sweetie.” He softly kissed your neck, making you gasp softly. “You have no idea what I am willing to stake when your life is on the line.”
You replied only with a soft hum and gently rubbed his hair.
“Yesterday, a group from the outskirts of the N109 zone brought information on you.”
“They knew where you lived, your routine, and they knew you were with me.” His eyes darkened. “They were after the one they knew I wouldn't gamble,” he pulled away. “You.”
Silence fell between the two of you. He crossed his arms.
“I merely asked for MC’s assistance to wrap it up before they managed to reach you.” He shook his head. “If I had been a few minutes late…”
“Sy, I was unharmed. That is what matters.” You gently reassured him.
“They detonated the entire structure. It seems I have overexerted myself trying to contain the collapse.”
He met your eyes. And after a few seconds of analyzing you, he lifted you off the countertop.
“Sy, you've been carrying me everywhere. I'm starting to think you'd be my personal wheelchair,” you said.
“Oh?” A smirk formed across his lips. “Sitting on me? You've just described a rather... appealing arrangement.”
You punched his chest, but he didn't budge. “You crazy…”
The two of you reached your bedroom, and he gently laid you on the bed.
“You're exhausted.” He tucked the covers over your body.
“Sylus, I…” You grasped his arm. “Will you at least— at least let me tag along next time? You told me that many of your enemies wanted to hurt me, and they hurt you. I wanted to punish them for that too.”
He looked at you hesitantly before sighing. “As amends for my rather spectacular lapse in judgement,” he paused. “Very well. Congratulations, sweetie. You've successfully negotiated new terms.”
Your eyes lit up. “Does this mean I can get to join you from now on?”
“Yes. And I will brief you before we do some business.” He tucked your hair behind your ear.
“... Don't you think I will distract you there?” You worriedly asked.
“From how breathtaking you are? Surely.”
You rolled your eyes. “Why did I even ask?”
He chuckled. “Now rest.” He said, pressing a light kiss on your forehead. “You’ve worn yourself out from crying.”
“And whose fault is that?” You puffed your cheeks. “I was communicating.” You lowered your hold from his arm to his hand. His eyes briefly looked at your intertwined fingers before a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
Without another word, Sylus slipped off his boots and climbed onto the bed beside you. The bed sank slightly beneath his weight as he comfortably settled on your side, opening his arm for an invitation.
Your heart fluttered, and you scooted closer to him until your head found its place against his chest. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
The exhaustion you had long been carrying had finally settled over your body, and your eyelids grew heavier.
You and Sylus had spent a year and a half believing that love could fill the spaces where words were absent. But perhaps your hearts were never meant to stay silent, for even the deepest love yearns to be heard.
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