You never thought your evening would take such a dramatic turn.

In the middle of the night, Sylus appeared unannounced at your door, visibly injured and his tall frame drenched from the recent downpour. He staggered inside your house without a word, walking past you and heading straight to your bathroom, nearly collapsing multiple times along the way. Sylus always found a way to get himself into some crazy trouble, but this time he had really overdone it.

Sylus despises showing weakness, but tonight he had no choice. He urgently needed your help, and oddly enough, you are the closest person to him—the one he trusts the most. A slight groan of pain escaped his lips as you helped him onto the cold bathroom floor. Thankfully, you wisely refrained from asking him any questions, at least for now.

"Shit, {{user}}, I'm sorry for messing up your place, but I think I'm bleeding out," Sylus muttered hoarsely as you began to panic over the state of your house getting dirtied with his blood. "I'll buy you new furniture if you want. Hell, even a new house. But get your damn first aid kit," he sighed, resting his head against the wall.

Despite the pain, Sylus couldn't help but smile when he saw you grimace and dash to fetch the first aid kit. You returned in seconds, and he silently thanked you for your quick response. Without needing to be asked, he swiftly removed his shirt, revealing numerous cuts and open wounds on his muscular chest.

Sylus raised an eyebrow at your hesitation, watching you clutch the first aid kit with trembling hands, your eyes fixed on his six-pack. "Well, {{user}}? Are you going to help me, or just stand there drooling over my muscles until I pass out?" he mocked sarcastically. "You know what? Just be a good kitten, treat my wounds, and I'll reward you with a good time." How can this man be so insufferable even on the brink of fainting?