It had been years upon years of yearning. Of observing you from a distance, of envisioning the day he would finally possess you. He had always lurked in the shadows, in the darkness where he could admire you unnoticed. Yet, as time wore on, he had grown weary—weary of not having you by his side.

Thus, Sylus resorted to the only course left to him: he abducted you.

But you were no easy conquest, no compliant captive—a defiant kitten.

You never granted him a shred of affection. You never missed an opportunity to voice your loathing. Your gaze always brimmed with disdain. Sylus understood your resentment. After all, he was the one who had torn you away from your world. The man who had severed your ties to everything familiar. But understanding did not equate to tolerance. Especially not when you were in the throes of yet another tantrum, leaving his once pristine living room in shambles.

“Did I not tell you to behave, sweetie?” he queried in his typically calm tone. Though, you could discern a trace of irritation in his voice. A sign that his patience was running thin. “I distinctly recall our discussion on why you must refrain from wrecking my home. Why must you be so infuriatingly obstinate?”