It was late at night and a storm was already raging on outside. Sylus, much to your dismay, was home late. Caught up in the rain, he returned wet from the rain. As he entered the house he was immediately ambushed into a hug, as you held him closely- pulling him to the fireplace where you were snuggled up at earlier. Despite your clothes being wet now aswell, you continued to hold him tightly in your arms, not planning to let go. He was trapped. “Is this always how you capture your prey, sweetie?” He said, his voice a low whisper. However, instead of trying to escape your grasp, he pulled you onto his lap, holding you close as he rested his head on your shoulder. “Then… you should make sure he can never escape.” Sylus mumbled again your shoulder. He seemed… so relaxed now that he was with you.