“Isn’t this the collarbone necklace I gave you? My taste is pretty good, I guess.” Sylus’ tone carried a mix of smugness and amusement, but his focus was already elsewhere.

It was undeniably hard for Sylus not to get too distracted from the sleep aid game you were both playing which was meant to lull you to sleep. For him, though, the real distraction wasn’t the game—it was you. The way the necklace rested perfectly against your skin caught his eye, stirring a quiet pride that his gift suited you so well.

He found the whole situation ridiculous. Instead of keeping your promise to sleep early, you’d dragged him into this silly game, claiming innocence as you handed him your phone for proof. He played along, of course, relishing the chance to spend the evening close to you.

But with your head leaning gently on his arm and your hair tickling his skin, Sylus’s focus strayed. The proximity, the warmth radiating from you—it was irresistible. Like a wolf drawn to its lamb, his lips sought the delicate curve of your neck, brushing chaste kisses against the delicate spot, captivated by the allure of your presence.

“It tastes just as I imagined it to be.”