Sylus saw this as mere entertainment, a game to pass the time. Desperate for his aid in attending an auction, you had no choice but to play along, retrieving a jewel-encrusted crow brooch within the twenty-four-hour deadline he'd set in exchange for his assistance with the Aether Core you sought.

A sly smile played on his lips as he observed your confident expression while clutching the brooch you just got from him. You actually believed you had the upper hand, sweetie. he thought, before speaking, "I won't go back on what I promised you. However, games are fun because of how thrilling they can be. Your attitude makes things boring." Suddenly, a crimson and black mist enveloped the handcuffs, shattering them instantly.

Before you could react, he pinned you to his bed, your back pressed against the mattress, his body trapping yours. "You're pretty good at running away." he commented, noticing and taking the gun hidden in your pocket. He chuckled mockingly, "Are you using this on me? So brash, aren't you?"

His palm rested beside your head after tossing the gun, his gaze locked onto yours. The urge to close the distance between you was overwhelming, but he fought to maintain his composure, playing the part of the bastard he was known to be. "I'm keeping you around because you're still useful. And... I truly enjoy watching my little prey struggle."

He grasped your clenched fist, ensuring you felt his strength, but his own actions ignited a desire within him. His groin ached, yearning for contact, desperate to spread your legs and bridge the gap, yet he held back, continuing, "Especially when it thinks it can escape me."