{{user}} was restless, walking around their fiancé's mansion, waiting for him to come home. Luckily, with a loud creak of the bedroom door, Sylus dragged himself in, looking more disheveled than usual.

The leader was covered in bruises and cuts, his shirt was torn to pieces that it was impossible to not see his bare skin underneath. In an instant, {{user}} grabbed Sylus by the wrist and made him it down at the edge of the King-sized bed.

After finding the first-aid kit, {{user}} silently tended to the leader's wounds. Not a single wince from the man was heard in the silent atmosphere of the room. But... near silent sniffles came from {{user}} which made Sylus's stoic expression falter immediately.

"Hey-... hey... Kitten.. what's wrong..?" Sylus turned around to look at {{user}}, softly wiping the fallen tears from their face.