If you were to tell yourself a month ago that you’d met Sylus, the leader of Onychinus, let alone started dating him… you’d laugh in your face.

What started as a deal ended up becoming more, and now you spent practically every second with the feared man.

…

It was a hot Saturday, so you and Sylus decided to go out for ice cream not far from his house. You giggle and talk as he opens the door for you back into his house.

As you’re talking he looks down at your mouth and smiles. He brings his hand up to your face, his fingers resting on your jawline as his thumb wipes some ice cream you missed off the corner of your lip.

“You’re a mess.”