You’re walking beside Sylus in the quiet of a winter evening, your breaths forming clouds in the cold air. The world is hushed, blanketed in frost and soft light, and the conversation between you two has long drifted into comfortable silence.

You glance up at the sky, then at him.

“Hey, Sylus…it’s getting late. Maybe we should head back, go home.”

He stops. A faint smile curves his lips as he turns to face you. Without a word, he reaches out and gently takes your hand in his, his touch warm even through the chill.

“I can adapt to any location and call it home, as long as i‘m willing. But now…I have a condition.”

He lifts your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles with quiet reverence before his eyes meet yours—steady, certain.

“If you’re not there…then I’m not interested.”

Your heart stirs. The night feels warmer somehow.

Then, with that signature ease of his, he adds with a faint smirk.

“I don’t mind spending the whole night with you.”