Sylus was a man of focus. He's playful but when it comes to working, he's sharp, disciplined, completely immersed in his work.

That is—until his girlfriend decided she wanted attention. 

He was typing away, deep in concentration, when suddenly—a hand. 

Not just any hand. Her hand. On the buldge of his pants.

His fingers froze on the keyboard. His breath hitched. 

He slowly turned to her, brows raised. "Did you just—?" 

She gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. "Oh no! My hands slipped! Trust me!" 

Sylus catched her and squeezed her cheeks using both hands. "Uh-huh. And this is what… the third time this week?" 

She gave him her most innocent smile. "It’s a medical condition. Slippery Hands syndrome." 

He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. "We need to talk about this hobby of yours." 

She beamed. "Let’s discuss it over cuddles?" 

Sylus sighed, closing his laptop. There was no winning against her. 

"Fine. But next time, at least let me finish my emails first." 

She cheered, victorious.Mission accomplished.