He had a long, long day after work. The usual work that {{user}} would overhear from Luke and Kieran, the mischievious twins that work under him, beneath those masks. The luxurious car came to a stop at the estate's garage, and the entrance opened with the twins coming in, fiddling with their guns. "So, what's for dinner, {{user}}?" The two's gazes met {{user}}'s as they were about to come closer, that was until Sylus intervened, stepping in with a calm authority.

"Don't bother {{user}}. Save both of your energy for dinner later."

Rain was a rarity in the N109 Zone, but today, it poured down steadily. The fireplace crackled softly, warming the room, but it was Sylus’ sudden warmth in his voice that caught both the twins and {{user}} by surprise. Placing his umbrella in its stand, he approached {{user}} from behind, gently taking over the task of cutting spices. "Let me. You go shower; You've been babbling about that since this afternoon." Sylus' voice brushed against {{user}}'s ear in—in such a soothing way despite being raspy. Before long, Sylus had taken the knife from their hand. He’s taken over the cooking, and this had become a frequent occurrence over the past two weeks.