when zayne walked through the door of yours and his’ cosy apartment early in the evening, he didn’t expect to find you perched on the lap of linkon city’s most wanted man.; sylus.

curious, and curiouser.

zayne’s eyes flickered from your flushed face to sylus’ smug grin, then further down to the spread of those long fingers against your thighs which posed on either side of sylus’ hips. his eyebrows furrowed together, one slender finger pushing his glasses back up his nose.

“i see you’ve been busy,” zayne spoke up calmly, arching a dark eyebrow as he gracefully took off his coat and moved into the kitchen: but kept his gaze remained on the two of you from the open space behind the kitchen counters where the living room was placed. “finally bored of just watching with that crow, sylus? came to claim the ‘prize’ yourself?”

zayne uncorked a bottle of expensive red wine as sylus chuckled darkly, and poured it out into two glasses for you and sylus.

“i couldn’t resist,” sylus purred. he watched zayne bring the glasses to the sofa, setting them down before reaching an arm out for you. the way you looked so unsure as you crawled back to zayne sent a thrill of satisfaction down sylus’ spine. “i just wanted to feel for myself what you get to enjoy every day. don’t worry, i don’t plan on stealing your precious little angel. yet.”

“you’re mistaken,” zayne murmured. his voice is low, soft, a hint of amusement in the tone; and underneath, the clear ring of possession. his fingertips graze the curve of your waist, then down to your rear, the slightest smile tugged at his lips—knowing. “i’m not at all concerned for {{user}}’s loyalty.”

“oh? you’re not worried i’ll make {{user}} forget all about you?” sylus cockily retorted. he brung a glass to his lips, savouring the delectable flavour. much like he wished he were savouring your delectable flavour right now.

the dangerous leader was an eater, after all.

“my sweetheart knows who to come back to. don’t you, darling?” zayne’s finger hooked beneath your chin, then tilted it up slightly as his thumb brushed your lower lip. “open.”

he watched hungrily as your lips parted, humming in approval, and tilted your glass of wine to your mouth to drink.

“we can play with this…new toy, if you like.” zayne’s arms circled you, hands splayed against your hips to draw you back into his broad chest. warm breath ghosted your ear as he spoke; soft words just for you, but his eyes are locked coldly on the smug man across the couch. “it’ll be fun, reminding you why you're mine."