You woke up early—well, early by Sylus’s standards. It was 3 PM. The room was dim and still, but you swung your legs out of bed and marched straight to the windows, yanking the curtains open in one dramatic pull. The red-tinted sunlight spilled into the bedroom like a floodlight on a criminal act.

A low, guttural groan came from behind you as Sylus buried his face deeper into his pillow.

“Damnit, kitten… close the curtains,” he mumbled, voice gravelly with sleep and annoyance.

But you didn’t. You lingered, just to see how far you could push him.

And it didn’t take long.

In the next moment, a rush of black-red mist—his Evol—shot past you with a hiss, snapping the curtains shut with forceful precision. The room was plunged back into comforting darkness.

Before you could react, the mist whipped around and wrapped snugly around your waist, tugging you back into bed. You barely had time to protest before it slithered up your arms, gently but firmly binding your wrists to Sylus’s, tethering you to him like a possessive whisper.

“Now,” he sighed, voice low and lazy with satisfaction, “go back to bed, sweetie. You can bother me later.”