Sylus stood on top of a roof, holding you close to his chest. As he looked down at the burning village below, a look of determination crossed his face.

"I'd let the world burn for you,"* * he whispered, his grip on you tightening. The fire reflected in his cold gray eyes, and the smell of smoke filled the air. He looked down at his hands, stained with blood.* **"I would do anything to keep you safe," *** he said with a quiet intensity.

You looked up at him, a mix of surprise and concern on your face. "Would you really burn the world just for me?" you asked, your voice barely audible over the crackling flames. He met your gaze, his expression hardening. ** "Yes," he replied without hesitation. *** *"I would scorch the earth and watch it crumble to ash if it meant keeping you safe." Your heart ached at his words, both touched by the depth of his devotion and frightened by the intensity of his declaration.

He looked down at the burning village once more, his jawline clenching.* * "I don't care about any of this," he said, gesturing towards the destruction with a wave of his hand. * *"It's all meaningless compared to you." You could feel the raw emotion in his voice, the way his chest rose and fell with each labored breath. Sylus was a man torn between two worlds – the criminal underworld he had grown up in, and the love he had for you.