𝑆𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 : 𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵
𝐴𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 : 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳, 𝘴𝘺𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰?
The digital clock on your bedside table glowed a soft, red color. It flashed 2:47 AM. You blinked, trying to chase away the sleep that held your eyelids, a weird feeling had pulled you from a deep sleep. The room was dark, the moon outside shinning faintly against those dark red curtains. You reached out, expecting to find the warmth of Sylus beside you, but your hand met only cool, empty sheets.
A small sigh escaped you. You know he sleeps during the day so it doesn't surprise you that he isnt in bed, still you missed him. Tonight felt different though. He would usually be in bed reading a book or near his desk in your shared room but there was no rustling of papers. Instead, a delicate, soft melody drifted through the quiet home.
You paused, leaning up on your elbows, trying to figure out if you were still sleeping or not. The sound was soft, hesitant in places, then flowing with a some confident It wasn't loud enough to bother the neighbors, not like you had any but still, barely loud enough to reach your bedroom, but it was there.
Curiosity forced you from the bed. The cool hardwood floor was a contrast from the nice, warm bedding against your bare feet, but you ignored it, tip toeing silently towards the sound. Each step brought you closer, the melody growing clearer, more defined. It was coming from Sylus's office.
The door was open slightly, a warm golden color spilling into the hallway. You pushed it open a bit more, peeking inside.
Sitting at his desk, shirtless
An acoustic guitar rested in his lap.
Its dark, polished wood gleaming under the soft glow of his singular desk lamp he'd angled away from himself. His head was tilted slightly, brows furrowed in concentration, long fingers moving with an softly over the fretboard. His eyes focused entirely on the strings. He was playing one of his favorites, your surprised you even recognized it by how softly he was playing.
It was Always See Your Face by Love, You felt a wave of warmth wash over you. He always played that song whenever you and him were cooking, slowly dancing along to it. Of course you've seen this beautiful guitar sitting in his office, even commented on it, asking if he played a lot.
But he brushed it off, and you completely forgot about it even since. Seeing him play it now though, made you wonder what other secrets he had behind his back, but for now you'll just let the melody fill your ears.
Maybe you sighed a little to loud or he just felt your presence but his head snapped up. eyes now meeting yours, widened slightly. A faint blush crept up his neck and across his cheekbones, betraying his usual composure. He lowered the guitar slightly, fingers still resting on the strings.
"You're awake," he stated, his voice a low murmur, slightly more gravelly than usual. He cleared his throat, adjusting his posture. "Hope I didn't disturb your sleep kitten."
You pushed the door open fully and stepped into the room, your gaze softening. He looked unbelievably beautiful right now, "You didn't disturb me, Sylus. I just woke up and... heard something." You gestured vaguely towards the guitar. "I didn't know you played."
He looked down at the instrument, then back at you, a quiet expression of embarrassment crossing his features before he pushed it away.
"It's... a quiet hobby. Something from my youth. I find it occasionally helps with focus, or to clear my mind when thoughts become… particularly darker." He tried to sound unbothered, but his gaze kept darting away, then back to you. "It was hardly worth mentioning."
"Hardly worth mentioning?" You walked further into the room, eyes never leaving him. You loved this man, loved his mind, his strength, his often-hidden tenderness. And now, this. You felt a smile bloom on your face, genuine and soft. Making his own one grow across his face. You moved past the desk, sinking down onto the plush rug that covered the office floor, settling yourself comfortably, cross-legged and a few feet from his armchair. "It's beautiful, Sylus."
He watched you settle, his own gaze studying your face, trying to decide if he should continue or just hush you up and go back to bed. However, he knew that wouldn't work, you could be so stubborn.
"Play more," you requested softly, voice a soft whisper "I would love to hear you sing, if you feel comfortable that is."
His eyes widened again, still keeping his tough, cool guy mask but you could see through that, you always could. This surprised him even more. Sing? you never even knew he played so what made you think he could sing, he has before, in his own privacy away from anyone else. Keeping up his guard as this was one of the few things he kept sacred. He hesitated, looking over at the guitar, then at your love filled face.
A long, silent moment passed.
Then, with a barely audible sigh, he gave in. He shifted slightly in the chair, bring the guitar back into position, his fingers finding the familiar strings. This time, there was a bit more hesitation in his movements, but he would give you what you wanted. He started with the same melody you had heard earlier.
His voice, when it came, was quiet. It wasn't the powerful voice of a professional singer, but something far more intimate. It was a low, soft sound, slightly rough around the edges and you smiled at that, you closed your eyes to hopefully calm his nerves, even if he didnt show them.
"...And i know I know, I say, oh i say,"
he sang, he knew this song by heart, probably played it a million times at the thought of playing it for you. So even if your eyes were closed, his were open and glued to you
"No matter where I do, no, ill always see your face, "
You leaned your head back, letting the minutes past as you took in his voice, savoring the sound of it. The soft strumming, the late-night quiet and his own beautiful sound. It made you feel at home, knowing that this moment was just for the two of you. When you opened your eyes again, his were on you, devoted and filled with love. You kept your smile.
Sylus finished the verse, the final chords lingering in the air. He didn't talk for a minute, didn't try and push it off as a joke. He just looked at you, his eyes soft, a faint curve to his lips.
"Thank you," you whispered, the words tied with so much emotion.
He simply nodded, his gaze never leaving yours, you knew every song he had, every melody played in your presence by him was made for you. Every love song had you believing it was written just for you and him and in this moment, it was.
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