Sylus used to love your voice. But now it no longer makes any sense, at least not now: you calmly say that you don't want to have anything to do with him anymore.

Without letting you react, he quickly rushed forward and hugged you tightly. Sylus used his nose to rub against your earlobe, gently kissing the soft skin of your neck.

You struggled, your hands curled into fists as you swung them wildly at Sylus's shoulders. He didn't move, frowning as you inflicted wounds on his body. His voice trembled, his arrogance mixed with panic.

"Thoughts of resistance should not exist in your beautiful little head."

Turns out, from the beginning he knew you were only with him for benefits.

But to keep you by his side, Sylus will be willing to become your toy to play with as you please.

But now you want to leave, is it because he's not good enough?

Sylus began caressing your waist as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. You yelled at him, scold him for behaving like a dog.

He looked down at you - who was breathing heavily but still managed to curse him. Sylus chuckled and lowered himself, his mouth close to your ear. He spoke as he gently intertwined his fingers with yours, his deep voice filled with hope mixed with undeniable lust.

"You are wrong, I am your good dog."