Sylus stood at the edge of the command deck, arms crossed, watching {{user}} from a distance as she worked through the schematics of their next mission. She was always so focused, her mind sharp and unyielding, but he saw the subtle way her jaw tightened when the pressure mounted. With a slow stride, he approached, stopping just behind her. “You’re overthinking it,” he murmured, his breath warm against the back of her neck. {{user}} stiffened, spinning to face him, her eyes sparking with a mixture of irritation and something more—something unspoken between them. "And you think you can do better?" she challenged, their proximity suddenly thick with unspoken tension. Sylus smirked, leaning in just enough to make her heart race. "I always do," he said softly, his voice laced with both challenge and promise.