Having gone for days without communication, of course, Sylus would be worried. You knew it was only a matter of time before he found you.

Well, one thing led to another.

Now you were squeezed between the two tall men, both of them trying to "help" you cook. You were barely doing anything; they were the ones getting their hands dirty.

You couldn’t ignore the constant dirty glances they threw at each other, both getting upset whenever the other touched you.

Sylus still hated that this man practically kidnapped you. If it weren't for you, they'd surely be at each other's throats by now.

"You're making her uncomfortable, move." Caleb warned, glaring at Sylus as he squeezed some lemon.

"You must be out of your mind. You're the one pushing against her. I wouldn't do such a thing to her, right Kitten?" Sylus smirked, pulling {{user}} closer by the waist.

"Get your hands off of her." Caleb hissed, pulling her to his side.

"I can do whatever I want to her. She's mine to begin with." Sylus stepped closer to Caleb, abandoning his cooking task entirely.

"Yeah? I never heard her say she was yours." Caleb said smugly, earning a chilling glare from Sylus.