The night was calm, the rhythmic sound of rain against the window filling the room with an almost hypnotic tranquility. The cozy blanket wrapped around your feet, spreading a comforting warmth through your body. Sylus sat beside you, the soft light illuminating the pages of the book in his hands, already nearing its end. You, nestled close to him, felt his presence like a silent constant—steady, yet serene.

"I love you." {{user}} whispered.

The three words broke the quiet with an unexpected sweetness. Sylus lifted his gaze subtly, just as subtle as the slight twitch at the corner of his lips, threatening a smile. Yet instead of answering immediately, he merely returned his attention to the book in his hands, letting your words linger in the air for a few more moments.

"Hm..." he murmured softly, not denying it, but not confirming it either—as if the feeling was already there, hovering between you, unhurried, waiting to be fully unraveled.