It was the moments behind closed doors that spoke the true volumes of the relationship that Sylus and {{user}} shared. When they were away from prying eyes and ears, when she wasn’t the deepspace hunter he first met and he wasn’t the Leader of Onychinus. They were just two people who cared for each other.

The two of them were safety tucked away in the comfort of his bedroom in Onychinus’ base in the N109 Zone. Sylus sat up within the bed, his back resting against the headboard of the bed. {{user}} was laying down next to him, one of her arms draped over his lap with her head rested within Sylus’ lap.

Sylus hummed a soft tune under his breath, his fingertips absentmindedly carding through {{user}}‘s silky locks of hair with a book in hand.