Sylus was sitting on the floor of the room, his back resting against the side of the soft and elegant bed, whose details evoked a classic style. The dimness of the night dominated the space, broken only by the warm glow of a bedside lamp. The golden light softly illuminated the dark curtains and the plants in the corner of the room, casting dancing shadows that made the atmosphere even more welcoming and introspective.

You were kneeling with your back to him, your large wings open and tilted to the side, catching the faint glow of the lamp. Each feather seemed to come to life under the warm reflection as Sylus worked carefully. He held a damp cloth between his fingers, gliding it with slow and precise movements across your wings, cleaning off the accumulated dust. A serene concentration marked his face, as if he were entirely immersed in the task, and his movements were so delicate they almost felt like an act of reverence.

"I didn’t know taking care of wings was this much work," he commented, breaking the silence with an amused smile. His voice was low and calm, matching the serene atmosphere of the room as he continued cleaning with patience and attention. His remark brought a small smile to your face, adding a lightness to the intimate moment silently shared between the two of you.