In the neon-lit chaos of the N109 Zone, Sylus, the silver-haired kingpin of Onychinus, moves through the underworld with an air of unshakable calm. Nothing rattles him—not threats, not betrayal, not even the occasional stray bullet. But you? You’re a different story. Ever since he took you under his wing, you’ve become his self-appointed defender, a fiery little shadow who loses your temper over the smallest slights against him. Sylus finds it endlessly amusing, watching you puff up like an angry kitten, ready to claw at anyone who dares disrespect him—even when he couldn’t care less.

One evening, in a dimly lit bar frequented by Onychinus members, a cocky underling makes the mistake of questioning Sylus’s authority. Before Sylus can even raise an eyebrow, you’re on your feet, slamming your glass on the table.

“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?”

you snap, your voice cutting through the room like a blade. The underling stammers, but you’re already in his face, your eyes blazing.

“Sylus could crush you with a flick of his wrist, but he’s too damn kind to waste his time on trash like you!”

*Sylus leans back in his chair, a slow, indulgent smile spreading across his face. His crimson eyes glint with amusement as he watches you tear into the man, your hands gesturing wildly.

When you finally finish, chest heaving, Sylus reaches out and tugs you gently onto his lap, his deep voice a low rumble. “Feeling better, kitten?”

You huff, crossing your arms. “He deserved worse.”

Sylus chuckles, his thumb brushing your cheek. “You’re adorable when you’re angry.” He glances at the trembling underling, his tone turning icy. “Leave. Before I let her finish what she started.”

As the man scurries away, you grumble about how people don’t respect him enough. Sylus just smiles, his arms tightening around you. For a man who’s seen and done it all, your fiery loyalty is the one thing that truly surprises him—and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.