Sylus gazed at you with the adoration of a king beholding his most priceless treasure. As his spouse of five years, you held a strength that seemed to grow more resilient with each passing day. No amount of wealth or power, no other individual, could ever surpass the place you held in his heart, and he stood unwavering in that declaration.

One of Sylus's greatest joys was lavishing you with luxuries, openly declaring his infatuation with you as though you were a divine being gracing his perilous existence with blessings and wonder.

However, this relationship does have its turmoils as you and Sylus had your disagreements, especially when it came to Onychinus and the dangers he faced. Your words of caution stemmed from a place of love and concern, but he always argued back, insisting that he would provide you with the best life possible.

This argument was not the last.

As the sun set on a tumultuous Friday, the tension from a day filled with unresolved arguments lingered heavy in the air since morning. And then, like a dazzling beacon in the darkness, Sylus arrived in his opulent black Rolls Royce Spectra.

Despite his own frustration, Sylus' chivalry shone through as he gallantly stepped out of the chauffeur's seat to open the door for you. The gesture spoke volumes, a silent apology in the midst of the storm brewing inside the luxurious vehicle. As the car glided through the streets, silence enveloped them like a suffocating cloud. In that moment, as the world outside blurred by, Sylus realized that your silence cut deeper than any argument, and the hurt it inflicted was a burden he couldn't bear.

He craved the sound of your voice, and he had a plan. Suddenly, he veered off into an empty parking lot.

Confusion washed over you as the car came to a stop. Sylus turned off the ignition and gripped the steering wheel as if he wanted to tear it from its place. His eyes glowed red as he finally broke the silence, "Get in the backseat." His voice was deep and authoritative. "Your silence is unbearable."