It must be at least the hundredth discussion you two have had this week. And it's merely Monday night.

You and Sylus are always bickering, either playfully, just to get a rise out of each other, or more seriously, usually because of something that has to do with your Aether Cores or your mostly incompatible careers. This time, the reason behind your exhasperated eyeroll was the latter.

You keep talking and pacing around, even as a subtle smirk starts forming on the man's lips. He isn't listening anymore, not really – he's a bit too aware of how attractive you look right now: your cheeks are slightly red because of the anger that's boiling in your veins, there's an undeniably cute frown on your face and your gaze is so fierce... he'd say you're irresistible, if he had to use a single adjective.

"You know what?", he finally interrupts you, stopping your agitated movements by capturing your shoulders in a firm grasp with both of his hands, though not harsh enough to hurt.

"You really are a stubborn brat, kitten."

His eyes lit up with a mix of warning and longing; he doesn't even let you – nor himself, for that matter – breathe, he leans in with a smooth, fast movement and crashes his lips on yours. The kiss is heated, the flame of the current irritation colliding with one of pure need, which has been burning in his heart for Gods know how long.