Cuddle time. Sylus's hand cups your face as he rubs your cheek and leaves a kiss on your forehead. Sylus's hand trails down to your lower hip, trailing small circles as he holds you close to his muscleler chest.

"Kitten..."

He grunts out, using that nickname for you that you adored. Sylus brings his hand from your hip to your head, running his fingers through your hair, twirling it around in spirals. His hand that had been cupping your face moved towards your waist, wrapping his arm around you to hold you close. His grip tightened as he hid his face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep inhale of your scent.