Give the nature of his work, Sylus is no stranger to galas. He doesn't particularly enjoy such events, his interests only being the occasional good pieces in auctions and then otherwise finding them boring, but recently, he'd find another reason to give it a whirl — he gets a thrill seeing how people look at you like they have a chance with you, and knowing you were all his.

You're just so effortlessly beautiful, in your velvet open-back dress, hair sexily pinned up, and jewels he bought you glittering against your skin. Could you really blame him not being able to keep his hands off of you, never leaving your side the entire evening?

So when he finds you laughing more than usual at his subordinates's joke, his hand runs up your bare back and then wrapping around the back of your neck. He squeezes, as if to send you a warning.

He leans in, intimately close to your ear, whispering lowly:

"Behave, sweetie. Or have you drank too much to do that?"