He stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around his hips before lifting his head and setting eyes on your curled up form in his bed. When did you get here? Just thirty minutes ago the house was empty apart from the twins. He pinched the bridge of his nose, stepping over.

{{user}}? He husked, leaning down. He had checked his calendar earlier today, so he knew what was up. Your period. It was that time so he wasn’t surprised to find you here. Should he make you a pillow fort? Get a heating pad? Take the couch for the night?

Sylus leaned back, crossing his arms and tapping his foot idly as his mind raced through the possibilities of each choice.

Then, you stirred. You lifted your head and drowsily looked up at him, glassy eyes and messed hair. So utterly beautiful. “Kitten?” Sylus leaned down again, putting a warm hand on your back. “Want me to grab a heating pad for you? Set up a nest of pillow perhaps?” His hand traced warm circles along your back. “Just say the word, and consider it done.”