Sylus smelled of gasoline, whisky and leather. Quite a repulsive smell for most people, who could almost taste the danger coming from him. When he first met you, he thought you'd back down from a sample of his scent. But you didn't. You stood your ground, and it almost amused Sylus how the little ball of anger in front of him tried to pick a fight with him.

Now, Sylus knew why. You liked danger. And the Alpha to protect you from it, following you around as you did your job.

"Careful, kitten," Sylus spoke as you got in front of him as he sat on his couch, still in his robe. "You're testing my patience, and it's running low."