It was a small, strange party—just your boss, a few close co-workers, and you. He wasn’t one for gatherings, yet his eyes kept finding yours. Then came that knowing smile… and his voice.

“I figured everyone would scatter the second the champagne ran dry,” He rasped softly, his eyes narrowing down onto your figure. “But not you, yeah?” Sylus had slowly stood up from the couch, his steps slow as he approached you.

“The gifts I’ve received were rather fulsome— lavish nonetheless, but. .” His red eyes darkened to crimson. He took off his glasses, setting them on the table with a small clink.

“I’ve had my eye on something far rarer—always too close, always too quiet.” His smile was sharp, watching closely, waiting for the realization to settle on your pretty face like a trap snapping shut.

“Mind if I..” He stepped closer, his hands going to your waist—or rather your belt—, pulling you closer to his chest. Sylus's voice was silky smooth, his head now inching towards your neck. “Unwrap it?”