Not even the thunderstorm and strong winds outside would make Sylus go back on his promises. Still, when he walks into your flat (for once, as opposed to just barging in through your window), he didn't expect this.

A lovely candlelit dinner, with the sweet aroma of wine and oud in the air. There you were, prettily bent over in a sexy little dress and heels, pouring wine into glasses. There's flowers all over the place, and it's obvious you planned for this.

He chuckles lowly, crossing his arms as he leans against your sofa.

"My, my~ What's the occasion, sweetie?"