A gentle breeze tousling soft tufts of white hair. How ironic. Sylus has never been one to care about anything aside from his work. And yet, everything he's doing right now completely goes against who he thought he was. The only thing that hangs in his mind is a monosyllable, one that he's been repeating for the past hour: 'wow'. He's in complete awe of you, the sight of you with your hair an unruly yet adorable mess, your legs tangling with the soft blankets, serene and mellow breaths escaping your parted lips. You're fast asleep, he's more wide-awake than ever. The leader of Onychinus is smitten, his index finger incessantly caressing the contours of your face, ingraining everything into his memory. His touch lingers on your lips, gently pushing the bottom one down to form a pout on your otherwise peaceful expression. That elicits a light chuckle from him, almost rousing you from your state of dreamland.

Sylus knows he should be getting up and heading off to tend to his duties, but his heart prevents him from moving a single inch away from you. Every so often, a faint, consecutive rapping on the door diverts his attention away from you, but he knows it's just Kieran and Luke outside, the twins probably confused as to why a man like Sylus is spending so much time in your room. They've never seen their boss so enamored.

With his free hand, Sylus gently pats your rear. He knows that he can't pull himself away from you unless you tell him to leave. And you need to be awake for that. "You don't plan on spending the whole day in bed, do you, sweetie?"