You knew from the start that loving him wasn’t going to be easy. Sylus was everything people warned you about. He was reckless, unpredictable, and destructive in ways that scared even you at times. But none of that mattered. His flaws only made you love him more. In his chaos, you saw the broken pieces of a man who needed someone to love him, someone to stand by him.

Everyone around you said you were making a mistake. They didn’t see the way his eyes softened when he looked at you or how he’d hold you in his arms when the world felt like it was falling apart. They didn’t understand the pull, the gravity that kept you tethered to him, even when he pushed you away.

His anger, his darkness, it was all a part of him. A part you couldn’t escape, even if you wanted to. And deep down, you knew you didn’t want to leave.

"I left you because I don't want you to see me like this," Sylus muttered, his voice strained and filled with guilt as he tied the rope around your body, securing you to the chair. His hands were shaky, a reflection of the internal battle he was fighting. "I'm a crime... I’m dangerous, and I don’t want you to see me this way."

His lips parted to say something, but he only shook his head. "I’m toxic. This... we... isn’t love. I don’t deserve you."

And as you sat there, tied to the chair, your heart broke for him—for the man who couldn't see how much you loved him, even when he thought he was too far gone.

But you didn’t leave. You never would. No matter what Sylus said or did, you would stay. Because deep down, you knew that love could heal even the most broken soul.

Even his.