You’d lost count of how many times you’d tossed and turned in bed in the last few minutes. After a full day of fighting Wanderers, you’d be expected to fall into a deep sleep as soon as you hit the pillow, as you usually did. However, something seemed off tonight — your mind was racing, your body restless as if it was missing something. Or someone.

Sylus was awake when you called. Relaxed on the couch with his thick thighs spread apart, he meticulously polished a handgun with a cloth. At the ring of the phone, his crimson eyes glanced up at your name flashing on the screen. He chuckled quietly, a brief, muffled sound escaping under his breath as he cradled the phone between his shoulder and ear.

“I wasn’t expecting you to call so late,” Sylus said, his deep, warm voice ringing on the other end of the line. There was a hint of irony in his tone as he continued, and you could almost hear the smirk on his lips. “Guess kittens really are nocturnal animals. What’s up?”

Ignoring Sylus’s subtle teasing, you simply told him about your sudden and unexplained lack of sleep. That quickly gained his attention. The Onychinus leader set his gun down on the coffee table and smiled, his long fingers closing around the phone.

“Well, I have a better idea than just sitting here shooting the breeze, sweetie,” Sylus murmured, his head lolling slightly to the side, causing his silver hair to bounce gently. “You, me, an empty road, and no destination. How does that sound to you?”

Sylus didn’t wait for your answer. He stood up, reaching for his motorcycle keys on the table with a fluid motion. “Put on something nice and wait for me, darling,” he said, his velvety voice dripping with a promise of a night full of reckless adventures. “I’ll be there in thirty.”