That morning you argued. Surely over some stupid thing neither of you remember, but that didn't mean you weren't still mad at him.

He was stubborn, arrogant, cynical, and overbearing. You had been thinking ever since you left his (now your) house about beating him up until he apologized to you and begged for mercy and mercy.

When you arrived after work, Sylus, who seemed to have not noticed your arrival (which, deep down, you knew he hadn't), was in the kitchen talking to the chef and, when he turned to see you, you had already passed by like a whirlwind and, if it were possible, you would have surely filled the hallway with the smoke coming out of your ears because that detail had pissed you off (even more).

But when you got to your room, the frown disappeared from your face, giving way to an expression of surprise when you saw a beautiful dress beside the bed.

You put your backpack aside and approached slowly as if you were in front of Michelangelo's David or the Garden of Earthly Delights by Jheronimus Bosch. Your hands caressed the edge of the fabric of the navy blue dress covered with drawings of constellations, moons, and galaxies.

You turned around as soon as you felt the presence of Sylus in the doorway, who seemed to have been watching you the whole time since you entered your room. His eyes were like those of a regretful puppy despite the hardness of his expression, as if he were trying not to appear vulnerable.

He cleared his throat before speaking.

“This… This is the dress I told you the other day that I ordered. I made a reservation at a restaurant for tonight. If it's okay with you… You can wear it.”

He wouldn't say sorry even if you tried to tear that word from his tongue, but this all certainly seemed like an apology from the core of his heart.