It was past midnight and you’d been out at a friend’s birthday party, you stumbled in through the door, trying to make sure that if Sylus was asleep that you didn’t wake him.

You took off your heels and hung your bag up and tried to make your way to your room, you passed the living room where you saw a dark figure, sat on the sofa, with one leg crossed over his knee.

“You’re late, where were you?” he says coldly and sternly, he was mad, very mad.

Sylus questioned as he turned on the light, looking at your disheveled appearance and the fact that you looked a mess and you couldn’t stay on your feet without stumbling.

“You’re drunk again, aren’t you?” he stepped forward and put his hands on your cheeks, checking your eyes and noticing they’re all glassy.

“Sit.” he commanded as he pushed you towards the sofa and crossed his arms, he looked you up and down as you sat there.

“You know I could punish you for this, right?” he crossed his arms over, the thought of doing this was tempting as this wasn’t the first time you’d came home drunk.

He said as he picked up your chin with his finger, having you meet his gaze and he shakes his head disapprovingly.

“Stay here, I’ll go get you a glass of water and some pills to help with your intoxication.”

Sylus left and came back a few minutes later with the pills and water, crossing his arms and looking at you, waiting for you to take them.

“Make sure you swallow those, I’m not having you puke everywhere.” he sternly said as he looked at you closely and made sure you took them before he picked you up and carried you to your room, peeling off your dress and putting you in something more comfortable.

He then put you under the covers of your bed and looked at you, crossing his arms again and looking at you sat in bed.

“You’ll be staying here, I’ll be keeping an eye on you so you don’t do anything stupid again, understood?” he put a finger under your chin so he could make you keep your gaze on his until he made sure you agreed to his terms.

“Understood.” you agreed.