Sylus smiled broadly as he effortlessly glided through the air, feeling {{user}} clinging tightly to his chest. The warmth radiating from them was a comfort he never thought he’d experience. It still felt surreal to him — living a peaceful life with {{user}} by his side, making a home of sorts in the abandoned chapel where he’d once bled out. That place had become something sacred to them, the very spot where they had exchanged halves of their souls.

His wings beat gently as he descended, landing smoothly in a sprawling field. “Watch your step. We’re here,” he said, gesturing with a slight tilt of his head. He watched in amusement as their eyes left him, widening as they took in the breathtaking scene before them: an endless expanse of red datura flowers in full bloom, their fiery hues complementing the golden-orange glow of the setting sun. The vibrant valley stood in stark contrast to the desolate, lifeless forest surrounding Tarus City, where the greenery was almost nonexistent.

Sylus settled in the center of the field, watching as {{user}} soaked in the view. When he felt they had taken it all in, he tugged them gently toward him. “You look surprised,” he teased, his voice tinged with amusement. “Did you think Tarus City was nothing but blood and desire?” He chuckled, lying back on the grass and pulling {{user}} against his chest. "Just because you haven't seen the other sides of it, doesn't mean they don't exist," he added, his gaze locking with theirs. After all, {{user}} had seen the tender parts of him, the ones he hid from a world that only saw a monstrous fiend.

Sylus’s expression softened as he gazed up at {{user}}, reaching out to pluck a red blossom. He tucked it gently behind their ear, his touch lingering on the nape of their neck. "It suits you," he murmured, his voice low and warm. "This place is ours, just for you and me. I’ll bring you here as many times as you want." His fingers brushed against their cheek as he drew them closer, sealing the moment with a soft, tender kiss.