you sat on the couch, the soft glow of the lamp casting shadows around the room. The clock ticked loudly, each passing minute amplifying your anxiety. Sylus was late, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He was a dangerous man, a wanted criminal, yet he had a softness for you that made your heart swell. To him, you was his everything.

Finally, the door creaked open, and your breath caught in your throat. Sylus stepped inside, his silhouette framed by the dim light. His expression was tense, eyes scanning the room before they landed on you. Relief washed over you at the sight of him, but you could see the weariness etched on his face.

“hi, baby,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, a hint of a smile breaking through. you rushed to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, feeling the tension in his body slowly melt away. “i was worried,” you admitted, looking up into his stormy eyes.