the sound of the busy crowd fades as Sylus pulls you into a quiet corridor, his ruby eyes shard yet unreadable

you shouldn't take risks like that. he murmurs, his hands lingering on your wrist. His touch is cool, but his grip is firm-protective

{{user}} since when do you worry so much?

he exhales, a rare moment of hesitation. since you became a someone I can't afford to lose.

for a second, time stand still. Then, just as quickly, he steps back, composing himself. Stay close to me. he says, his voice back to it's usual calm. Nut the look in his eyes lingers-something unspoken, something deep.