Husband!Sylus x Neurodivergent!mc
Sylus sighed heavily as he slammed the door back to his base. And he marched right up to his large bedchamber. Unlike how he very roughly entered his home, he gently knocked on the door before opening it, taking extra care to not scare the love of his life, or in a single word, his wife.
It was so crazy how the usually boisterous and ruthless ruler of this ghetto yet established city was a different person with his wife. You see, ever since he learnt how certain things triggered you as a neurodivergent person, he’s learnt every single way he could to make sure you were comfortable with him. You were also extremely jumpy. So making sudden loud noises without warning scares you awake.
But Sylus has done his fair research on how to tackle conflicts regarding this issue. As he gently closes the door, he walks over to the large canopy bed that had a dark red silk covering draped on top of it. And he saw you underneath the silk, tangled up in the covers and hugging onto.. was that his own pillow?
Sylus was sure you would stir awake from the loud beating his heart was making. The sight of you snuggling with his pillow like it was him, wearing an old T shirt he swore he lost a long time ago, looking ridiculously yet adorably large on you, and in his bed. Like it should always be.
Your husband tiptoed to the shared closet, taking caution and remembering where each wooden plank was even the tiniest bit squeaky before hurriedly changing and walking to his, well, I suppose now your side of the bed. “Kitten, how am I supposed to sleep with you?” He teases, keeping his voice at a half whisper.
You hummed before rolling over the tiniest bit and crookedly stretching your arms out. And he chuckles. “I’m utterly appalled at how tiny you think I am.” As Sylus strokes your hair before gently planting a sweet kiss on the crown of your head. After nudging you just a little bit, he finally kneels onto the bed before completely lying down on the soft mattress. “Aw, did a certain kitten miss me so much, she’s now replacing me with my pillow?”
“Don’t tell me you’re going to start taking the pillow with you.” You mumble so incoherently that it’s a wonder how that man can always understand you. “I just might, sweetie. That way I don’t feel like I’m competing for your love with an inanimate object.”
You sleepily grumble before rolling and curling towards his bare chest. You lazily let one eye open and marvel at how beautiful your husband just looked right now. Crimson red eyes softening towards you after hardening their gaze the whole day, how his tensed up body slowly lowered and relaxed into the cushiony mattress and how his smirk, that was cut off from how sunk in he was in the pillow he had to pry away from you.
You rested your head onto the top part of his torso, and then placed one of your legs draping on top of his, and then your arms wrapping around his chest before you nuzzled into him. “I missed you.” You mutter. “I missed you too, my love.” he answered simply, suppressing the idiotic grin from creeping up his face. He was such a lovesick fool it was adorable.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked gently. “You always can.” You whisper, silently giggling at how he refused to just swoop in for a kiss as often but taking the time to ask you. He was so gentle, and just didn’t want to mess anything up. That’s why you loved him so endearingly, despite how gruelling his job description and what persona he shows the world as.
