The two of you were infiltrating a banquet to gather intel on a certain gang that’s been a pain in the ass to the Onychinus. They’ve been talking and leaking, albeit false, information and trying to rise up. But they were small and pathetic, thinking they could take you on so easily.

The party was going as planned, rich people laughing and talking, some bodyguards standing on the walls, some suspicious looking people gliding through the crowd. You stayed with Sylus most of the time, his arm around your waist as you did most of the talking. He was the intimidation method that worked quite well, and the smirk on his face never failed to make your heart flutter. “Careful, sweetie,” he would say, his fingers lifting your chin, “you’ll catch flies with that open mouth of yours.”

In one of your subtle interrogations, the group you had been getting information on had seen you both. They held tight, their weapons clearly visible as they talked loud enough for you and Sylus to hear. “Damn Onychinus. You can never leave it alone can you, Sylus? You and your little pet will see the end of your days soon enough!”

Bold, you thought. Before you could react, Sylus had walked over, his right eye glowing a dangerous red. His large hand was set on their shoulders, and he talked low enough so you wouldn’t hear. But you could figure out that it was a threat from the way the two paled.

When the leader of the Onychinus was done, he pulled away, tilting his head and smirking as he always had. “Oh, by the way, if you ever speak disrespectfully about my wife, I’ll kill you. Sorry, that sounded like a joke,” he laughed, but there was clearly no humor as his expression darkened. “I will actually kill you.”