You were just perfect.

Sylus couldn’t think of any words to describe you. No, he thought of too many. It didn’t matter that your hair was a little disheveled, your makeup a bit smudged, or the way you collapsed into a chair like you got shot.

Sylus kneeled before you and took your heels off. His hands were gentle and slow, as if wanting to drink all of you in.

“Was the dinner that bad, kitten?” He teased. “You’re acting like you just got back from a mission.”