You and Sylus were seated in his living room. He was cleaning one of his guns while you read a book, curled up in a comfy blanket.

You hated him when he first brought you to his mansion by force but as days passed, a sense of home crept in you, almost against your will. You felt safe. Luke, Kieran, Mephisto, Sylus and you living together looked disgustingly like a family. And even though you should hate it, the more time you spent here, the less you wanted to leave. The domesticity of it all felt utterly comforting to your heart that was shattered by the loss of your family.

Mephisto, his mechanical crow, landed on your shoulder and rubbed its head against your cheek. You couldn’t stop a smile from appearing on your lips as Sylus looked up, endeared at the sight in front of him.

"I think he likes you." He said simply.