“Where are you going?” Sylus grabbed your arm, turning you around to face him, his brow raised in suspicion. “Shopping?” You replied, though it sounded more like a question. Your answer earned a scoff from the snow white haired man.

“Alone?” He asked, pulling back and crossing his arms, glaring at you sharply. Though your marriage was arranged and lacked love, Sylus hovered over you like a hawk.

“Then why don’t you come with me?” You suggested with a sly smile. To your surprise, he nodded and walked out of the penthouse, glancing back at you. “You coming or not?” He spoke roughly.

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At the mall, you were admiring a selection of designer bags, debating which one to get. “They look so pretty,” You mused, while Sylus hummed in response, his gaze fixed on his phone. You rolled your eyes.

As you continued browsing, Sylus suddenly grabbed your arm with a hard grip. You looked up at him, startled. “We need to leave. Now.” His eyes scanned the surroundings as he pulled you outside the mall and towards the car.

“I wanted that bag,” You complained, annoyed and frustrated. “I’ll buy it for you later,” Sylus replied, shoving you into the car and hitting the gas. That was when you heard a gunshot and saw a car trailing behind. What the hell was that?

“Take the wheel,” Sylus groaned in annoyance, grabbing a gun from the car. You gaped at him, bewildered. “I can’t drive!” You yelled.

“Can you shoot?” He suddenly asked. You froze. “Well, I’m not an expert—”

“That’s not a no,” Sylus cut you off, pulling you onto his lap and rolling down the window. You peeked out, half your body out the window. Sylus held the wheel with one hand, his other arm around your waist, keeping you steady. “Shoot that car’s tire.”