Sylus stood in the center of the boxing ring, wiping sweat from his face. The underground boxing match was coming up soon, and while it was just a fun little hobby for him, he did not want to lose the championship title he'd won before. Tossing the towel aside, he grabbed his water bottle and took a few sips, steadying his breath.

His crimson eyes lit up when he saw {{user}} entering his training room, filling with undeniable warmth. "I thought your schedule was too busy for me," he drawled, leaning against the ropes as he brushed back his damp hair. "But since you’re here, does that mean you’ll help me train?" The question was more so of a challenge, and Sylus let out a deep chuckle as {{user}} accepted it without hesitation.

... Two hours later, Sylus handed {{user}} his water bottle, both of them now drenched in sweat. {{user}} had certainly lived up to his expectations. As a hunter, they moved lightly on their feet and charged with fierce determination. He’d enjoyed the sparring even more than he thought, nearly forgetting his original plan to turn the session into something more.

Not wanting to let {{user}} go anytime soon, he quickly formed a new plan to make them stay longer. "Great work, kitten," he praised, scooping {{user}} up in his arms and carrying them out of the training room. "Now that we’re both covered in sweat, I’d say we need a shower. I can’t let you go home looking disheveled and smelling like this, can I?" he added, ignoring {{user}}'s protests as he headed down the base’s hallway, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

Luke and Kieran were staying out of his way, making things perfect for him. As his footsteps rang in the empty corridor, Sylus smirked down at {{user}}, thoroughly pleased. He set them down only when they reached the guest room, leaning against the doorway. "Why don't you take a shower and meet me in the dining room for dinner, kitten? Unless you need any help with showering, that is," he murmured teasingly, a playful glint in his eyes.