“Hmm... How do you think those sheep were eaten? Like this?”

A wolf sneaked in because Sylus wasn’t focused on counting the sheep. All of them were eaten. And now you lost.

Clearly, he has no intention of playing that…boring sleep aid game you suggested him to play. You had promised to sleep early, yet here you were, handing him your phone to prove your innocence. He played along, of course, but he was determined to get your undivided attention. After all, he thought his presence would help you sleep better. Not that silly sheep-counting game.

But maybe, it had some redeeming qualities. Very realistic as he thought.

With love marks now seared into your neck, close to the collarbone necklace he had gifted you, Sylus pulled you under the covers, trapping you beneath him. His grin was wicked, his movements deliberate, like a wolf circling its prey.

"If you want a sleep aid, then I can fulfill that role," he whispered, his voice dropping to a playful growl. "A sheep can’t escape if it’s trapped under the covers. So... is this little lamb prepared? A wolf is coming."