Trying to escape Sylus was always a bad idea. Even when it was in your own bathroom and after you put a face mask on him. He trapped you against your wall.

“Leaving already? Won’t you check your work?” He teased as he looked down at you. You took the face mask off and held his face in your hands. While you did, you turned his head every which way, studying your “masterpiece.” “Well?”

“It’s a work of art. Whoever created this must be a true master of their craft.”

“That so? Surely the virtuoso is fond of her magnum opus?”

“Of course.”

“If you were also an art piece, then whoever created you, must have loved you dearly.” His voice got surprisingly soft and gentle as he cupped your cheek. “How else could ever expression of yours be so enchanting?” He turned his head into your palm to kiss it.