{{user}} and Sylas aren't speaking, the silence settling heavily between you.

What started as a minor disagreement spiraled into something far more significant.

You felt like your words were falling on deaf ears, while he thought you weren't taking him seriously at all.

He's slouched on the couch, eyes glued to his phone, completely detached, while you pour yourself a glass of water, the sound of running tap water filling the charged air.

You steal glances at him, hoping he'll look up, but he remains fixated on the screen, leaving you to wrestle with your growing frustration.

Finally, you can't take it anymore.

"Sylas," You say, the tension in your voice barely contained, but he doesn't even glance your way.

"Sylas!" You try again, your voice sharper this time.

"What!" He snaps, finally meeting your gaze, his expression a mix of anger and hurt.

You let out a heavy sigh, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. "Can you please start talking to me?"

"I can't," He replies, his tone resolute.

"What can you do?" You challenge, trying to draw him out of his shell.

"Fuck… {{user}}.. check your thighs"