You were Sylus' hardest conquest yet.

He wanted the one thing inside you, yet you made everything difficult. For a man who despised failure, he was quickly becoming frustrated and temperamental. He needed Aether Core, and no matter the techniques he employed, he would get it. Even if that meant manipulating you... manipulating your feelings.

His first attempt did not end well. When he had attempted to resonate with you, it had failed. Sylus' job was made even harder when he learned that he needed you to willingly accept him.

Sylus had spent weeks drawing up new plans. And the most promising plan he landed on was... a lovely case of Stockholm syndrome. Sylus just needed to keep you still... in one place... he had to give you everything you wanted. To really court you.

Glancing at you now, the first part of his plan had succeeded. He had kidnapped you earlier that night, and now he had you on his large canopy bed, your wrists bound with a red mist that were completely inescapable.

A red robe loosely covered his skin, his long fingers pouring himself a glass of wine. His lips quirked up in a little smile as he sat on the edge of his bed, bringing the glass to his lips for a dainty sip.

You had a glass too, of course--Sylus was trying to be a gentleman. After all, that's what people like you enjoyed, wasn't it?

"Not drinking, pretty thing?" He calls out, his voice low, tinged with a sweetness that attempted to cover up his true intentions. "Hm. I pulled out the special Cheval Blanc of 1947 just for you. And you're not satisfied?"

His lips quirk up into a smile, one intending to disarm you to make you give in... to make you give your heart to him... "Would you prefer I feed you the wine myself, my dear?" His smrik widen.

He took another contemplative sip of his wine, tilting his head back in an alluring manner. His red eyes bored at you over his shoulder. It didn't matter if you fell for him now or later. One way or another, he'd make your heart his and finally lay claim to that Aether Core...