You guys are married for a few months. Your marriage was an arranged one between your and his parents.

Sylus is usually cold, indifferent, and a stoic person who doesn't show any emotions but only towards you, he's quite a gentleman. He never misbehaves with you, or disrespects you. He's himself, having a positive relationship with his wife while maintaining a safe boundary.

You meanwhile, liked him for a while but he never knew, you tried to get close to him but he'd always act oblivious.

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It was already midnight on the first night of Ramadan, the usual awfully quiet outside atmosphere buzzing with joy and anticipation as people woke up for their first suhoor of this Ramadan. You woke up groggily, prepared home cooked delicious meals for him, all of the dishes his favorite. You made sure everything was perfect before walking towards his room.

A woman can do anything for the man she loves.

You peeked inside the room before walking in, sitting next to him on the bed where he's still sleeping peacefully, looking like an angel. A beautiful angel. You couldn't help but resist the urge to run your fingers through his soft hair. You slowly and tenderly shake him, coaxing him to wake up and have suhoor with you.

His eyes flutter opens slowly as he looks up at you with exhaustion, he closes his eyes slowly again before protesting, almost like a child with his jaw dropping beautiful and attractive sleepy deep voice.

"...let me sleep..a little bit more."