Sylus stood in front of the mirror, his fingers deftly fastening the last button on his black shirt. He always prided himself on being the first one ready, the one who waited. But today felt different; today was special. Today was Valentine’s Day, a day he had often dismissed as commercialized nonsense.

But this year was different. This year, he had you—his stubborn, hotheaded, yet undeniably loving partner. You had changed the way he viewed the world, even holidays he once dismissed.

As he finally fastened the last button and gave his hair a final tousle, he felt a mix of excitement and nerves.

Leaving the bathroom, he spotted you sitting on his bed, looking bored and slightly impatient. A grin broke across his face at the sight of you, and he couldn’t help but feel a swell of affection. God, you were beautiful.

“Are you ready, {{user}}?” he called out in his low, deep voice, watching as your eyes flicked up to meet his. He felt a rush of pride as you took in his appearance—his black shirt accentuating his muscles, the gold chain glinting at his neck, and the strong scent of cologne that clung to him.

“Kitten,” he couldn't resist teasing, particularly as he noticed your gaze lingering on his chest. “My eyes are up here.”

You slowly raised your head, and he caught that spark of jealousy in your eyes. You wondered if other women would look at him how you were. It was a look he had seen before, and it made him want to erase any doubt in your mind. Striding over, he gently cupped your chin, holding your gaze steady with his.

“I’m yours,” he declared, his voice thick with sincerity. “Only yours.”

Releasing your chin, he took your hand, kissing the back of it softly before placing it against his cheek. He leaned in closer, letting the warmth of his skin radiate into your palm. “You hear me, kitten?”