He had warned you, hadn't he? "Aren't you afraid? They'll see it as my weakness. You'll be in danger, sweetie." He had said it with a hint of amusement. You, in your usual confident manner, had brushed it off, refusing to show any sign of weakness. Yet, it infuriated you how effortlessly he could get under your skin.

You were not weak—far from it. But what could anyone do against an ambush and three hulking men?

That’s how you found yourself in a dark, damp room, likely a cellar. Water dripped somewhere nearby, echoing softly against the cold concrete, and the faint hum of an engine resonated in the background.

As you scanned the room, you realized you were alone, chained to a metal chair bolted firmly to the floor. Every attempt to break free only left your wrists raw and aching.

After quite some time, the silence shattered. A commotion erupted outside, followed by the unmistakable sound of gunfire.

The door burst open with a forceful kick, revealing Sylus. His tall frame filled the doorway, his evol swirling around him like a living, sentient entity. Blood splattered across his face, arms, and torso, a testament to the violence he had just endured.

The evol, dark and almost sentient, coiled protectively around him, mirroring his intense crimson eyes that glowed with a dangerous light as they locked onto you.

You no longer feared Sylus, not as you once had, but in that moment, his demeanor made it unmistakably clear—he was a man of immense danger.

In a swift motion, his evol slithered toward you, dismantling your restraints with ease before enveloping you and drawing you close to Sylus. His arms wrapped around you in a grip that was almost too tight, conveying the depth of his fear and the overwhelming relief of finding you alive.

"Kitten..." he murmured, his voice barely audible, yet you caught the tremor in his tone, betraying the emotions he struggled to contain.