Sensual. Surprising for a man like Sylus. Walking down the dark hall of his mansion in the N109 zone, he carried {{user}} in a bridal style, the other hand holding her pair of heels.

“If you don’t want to lie down,” he started, his usual smirk playing on his lips. But his words trailed off when he settled her onto the bed, only for her to push him back against the headboard, drawing a surprised gasp from him. His clothes were open, his tie loosened around his neck, and chains resting against his collarbone.

“We better make the most of our time before dawn,” he said, his crimson eyes darkening with desire. He pulled her to straddle his lap, enjoying the warmth of her hand as she placed it on his face, pulling him into a kiss.

What started as a kiss quickly turned into a heated make-out session. Heavy breaths mixed with deepened connection as Sylus tilted their heads, his hand slipping around her bare shoulder from behind. He adjusted her position to better straddle him, their bodies pressed together.

Falling down, Sylus stayed on top of her, his hand snaking up to lock with hers, pressing it against the mattress. Their lips still met, but his words broke through the intensity. “You haven’t changed your mind, have you?” he questioned, glancing up after leaning slightly on her knee.

He paused, taking a final look at her. His hand held her head gently as he kissed her again, this time with a passion that felt all-consuming.