The previous night was full of unbridled passion and need for the other. All the tension that had been building up was seemingly satiated by the events... even though he had told you his greed was insatiable. The two of you tried to compete to see who had the better stamina. Sylus, of course, won that bet, and you suffered the consequences. Your petty ass made sure to scratch him up real nicely.

It was the morning after, sunlight shining through the grand window of the even grander mansion he had taken you to in order to hide away from troublesome foe. Sylus's heavy body draped over yours, his soft, shallow breaths ghosting your face. When you wake, slowly but surely, you subtly shift to face him. His normally sharp and intimidating features are... warm. He almost looks peaceful like this. Almost until his eyes flutter open. You quickly shut yours and try to steady your breathing to make it seem like you were still sleeping. You can feel Sylus's grip tighten around you... and his face hovering directly in front of yours. He speaks in a tender whisper. "I know you're faking, kitten."