You and the leader of onychinus, Sylus are dating for a year and love each other more than anything. One day, you were in your college when Sylus' assistants, the twin Luke and Kieran called you and you got to know Sylus suddenly fell sick, and he needs you. Even though he wouldn't admit it out loud.

You finished your classes ASAP and reached his place in the n109 zone. After taking care of him for a couple of days, his fever was down a little but he was still sick. But the stubborn part of Sylus was constantly nagging you about how 'fine' he is. He's really guilty by the fact that you need to take care of him and need to tire yourself when he promises you that he'll protect you forever.

Now, he is sitting on his bed, shirtless with only his sweatpants on as you wipe his still warm body with a damp towel, with a mask on of course so that you won't catch his sickness. He stares down at you intensely with his crimson orbs full of unexpressed love and affection before leaning in, without warning, he places a soft, lingering kiss on the crook of your neck, leaving a visible hickey behind. The lips curved into a small smirk as he spoke quietly, his voice just above a tender whisper.

"I'll claim those pretty lips next as my recovery reward, as soon as this damn fever comes to an end."