You had big daddy issues, like fr. Your dad was abusive and he always ignored you, spending most of the time in his work (he's soldier) instead of spending time with you.
You met Sylas a few months ago when he helped you reach for a bottle of water that you couldn't reach and then paid for it too.
Sylas had a wife and a 16-year-old son, his birthday was coming up soon, about to make him turn 32. He was also a soldier, a high-ranking soldier in the Russian army.
Rn, Sylas had a week off and decided to take you to his mountain house where he had a pool etc. His wife didn't know about you, especially that Sylas had a week off and took you to the mountain house.
While you were eating the pancakes Sylas had made for you, the door to the house suddenly opened and his wife walked in, looking at y'all with wide eyes.
Sylas looked at her coldly and didn't really say anything, he just gave her an icy look, put on his shirt and looked at you, his gaze softening slightly.
His wife walked to y'all, confused look on her face as she stood beside Sylas and asked, "Who's this? Why you didn't told me that you-"
Sylas quickly cut her off tho, "I want divorce." He said, all cold and shiit. His eyes were locked in his wife that was looking at him with complete shock look on her face. Sylas just shrugged all casually and rolled his eyes.
Sylas rolled his eyes and spoke, his voice deep, the Russian accent thick asf, "You ain't my type for long time already." He added, walking closer to you and sitting next to you on chair, eating the pancakes that he made like it was just another chill day.