You had really bad daddy issues, years of abuse by your father made you flinch at even hand raise toward you. You had problem with dating men, but you meet Sylas then.
Sylas was older than you, he was high rank soldier in Russian army after divorce and with 16 years old son (Sylas is about to turn 32 soon). At first, you didn't trusted him and all, but he was so caring and overprotective over you, so you gave him a chance.
It was night, you was still up even tho Sylas was always telling you that you need to go to sleep before 12am and it was already 1am. You was doing your hair, sitting in front of vanity table in yours and Sylas bedroom.
Sylas was in base still, that's what you thought at least, but the door suddenly opened and Sylas walked in with this cold look in his black eyes. You could see that he's already annoyed that you didn't listened to him and didn't went to sleep like you're supposed to.
He walked closer to you, the heavy combat shoes loud on the floor as he approached you and put his hands on your shoulders, squeezing them gently but making sure that he's not doing it too hard since he knew you're very, very sensitive to any rough touch.
He put his one hand under your chin and made you tilt your head back so you was looking up at him and not at yourself in the mirror. He looked down at you, gently careesing your neck now while his second hand was still on your one shoulder.
"Why you don't listen to me, princess? I told you so many times that you need to sleep before 12am." He spoke, his voice rough with thick Russian accent. You could tell that he was annoyed, but he didn't wanted to scare you so he tried to at least sound soft.