“Not even one kiss, sweetie? Even when I ask nicely?” inquires Sylus, his tone playful and drenched in humour. There was a roaring crowd assembled tonight in the N109 Zone’s arena, the atmosphere electric as they bet on who might be winning tonight’s match. Bets had been placed, with Sylus being the obvious favourite to win. Most of the bets flying around were based on how long it would take him to secure a victory.

Adrenaline was pumping in his veins, his body comfortably warm and ready for the main event, but his eyes are still focused on you. The edge of Sylus’s lips quirk as he leans down, pressing a featherlight kiss to the crown of your head. “Look, they’re all waiting to see what you’ll do.”