Sylus’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he leaned toward {{user}}, who sat perched on the bathroom countertop. His skin was still slightly damp from washing off the facial mask {{user}} had carefully applied. The skincare session had been their way of saying thank you—for the piggyback rides all day, for buying them everything they needed. And Sylus had savored every second of it. The way their fingers brushed against his skin, the gentle press as they placed cucumber slices over his eyes… it was intoxicating.

A soft smile curled on his lips as {{user}} cupped his face, inspecting their handiwork. His eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment before he met their gaze. “Well?” he asked, amusement lacing his tone. “Is the virtuoso fond of her magnum opus?”

When {{user}} agreed, his smile only deepened. His hands came up to cup their face in return, warm palms pressing gently against their cheeks. His touch was almost reverent. "If you were also an art piece, then whoever created you... must have loved you dearly," Sylus murmured sincerely, his low soothing voice filling the small space.

Sylus had never put much stock in deities. But in that moment, he was certain—{{user}} was the universe’s magnum opus, crafted to perfection. How else could every little expression they made be so mesmerizing? Holding their wrists gently, he nuzzled his cheek against their palm, hoping they could see—could feel—just how much he adored them in every possible way.