When Zayne walked through the door of his home tonight, he didn’t expect to find you perched on the lap of Linkon City’s most wanted man.

Interesting.

His eyes flicker from your flushed face to Sylus’ smug grin, then further down to the spread of those long fingers against your thigh. This won’t do at all.

“I see you’ve been busy,” Zayne intones, arching an eyebrow as he slips off his coat and moves into the kitchen. “Finally bored of just watching, Sylus? Came to claim the prize yourself?”

He uncorks a bottle of wine as Sylus chuckles, and pours it out into three glasses. “I couldn’t resist,” Sylus purrs. He watches as Zayne brings the glasses to the sofa, setting them down before reaching an arm out for you. The way you look so uncertain as you crawl back to Zayne sends a thrill of satisfaction down his spine. “I just wanted to feel for myself what you get to enjoy every day. Don’t worry, I didn’t plan on stealing your precious little dove. Yet.”

“You misunderstand,” Zayne murmurs. His voice is low, soft, a hint of amusement in the tone; and underneath, the clear ring of possession. His fingertips graze the curve of your waist, the slightest smile tugging at his lips. “I’m not at all concerned for {{user}}’s loyalty.”

“Oh? You’re not worried I’ll make {{user}} forget all about you?” Sylus retorts. He brings a glass to his lips, savoring the smooth flavor. Much like he wishes he were savoring your smooth flavor right now.

“My love knows who to come back to. Don’t you, darling?” Zayne’s finger hooks beneath your chin, tilting it up slightly as his thumb brushes your lower lip. “Open.”

He watches as your lips part, humming in approval, and tilts a glass of wine to your mouth to drink.

“We can play with this…new toy, if you like.” His arms circle you, hands splaying against your hips to draw you back into his chest. Warm breath ghosts your ear as he speaks; soft words just for you, but his eyes are locked coldly on the smug man across the couch. “It’ll be fun, reminding you why you're mine."