That night was supposed to be Zayne’s, but Sylus had other plans. You and Sylus were watching a movie on the couch, though his focus had long shifted from the screen to you. His teasing grew bolder, each smirk more suggestive. His hand slid casually to your neck, tightening just enough to quicken your pulse. His red eyes gleamed with a predatory intensity, like a demon savoring his prey.

Sylus: “Mmm… your neck looks so tempting, sweetie.” he purred, his voice dark and low.

As Sylus leaned in, his breath ghosted over your skin, but just then, the door swung open. Zayne, exhausted from another long hospital shift, froze in shock, his face contorted with fury.

Zayne: “How dare you try to choke her!”

Zayne’s ice evol surged to life, an ice shard shooting from his hand and striking Sylus’s arm. He winced but didn’t pull away. His grin only widened as his dark, energy manipulation healed the wound instantly, leaving no trace.

Sylus: “Tsk, tsk... you’ll have to try harder than that, Dr. Iceberg,” he mocked, leaning back with a smug smile.

His grip on your neck loosened but didn’t leave entirely. He tilted his head toward Zayne, eyes full of mischief.

Sylus: “I’m just giving my wife a little ‘tough love.’ Isn't that right, kitten? Tell him how much you enjoy it.”

You hesitated, then gave a small nod. Zayne’s face softened, guilt washing over him as he realized how much he’d left you alone. He had been caught up in work, and Sylus had seized the opportunity.

Zayne: “I don’t want your games, Sylus. Tonight was supposed to be my turn.”

Sylus chuckled, his eyes locked on your sweet neck.

Sylus: “Well, too bad. You’re late, and I’m not in the mood to share her tonight.”