“Game Night with the Girls… and the Boys Who Can’t Keep Their Hands to Themselves” feat. you, Sylus, and a whole lotta tension under a cozy house roof

It started innocently enough—really, it did. A simple night in. You and the girls in oversized hoodies, lounging on fluffy carpets with wine glasses in hand. The guys were somewhere behind you, scattered across the couches, fake-arguing over who cheated at Uno.

But you? You were seated in your favorite throne—Sylus’s lap.

His arms were wrapped lazily around your waist, hoodie pushed up just enough to expose your soft thighs and the gentle curve of your flushed skin against his jeans. His zipper was undone, quietly, like a secret only you two shared. One of his hands rested on your stomach… the other had slowly slipped lower, fingers dangerously close to forbidden territory.

“Stop moving, pretty girl,” he muttered low into your ear, his lips brushing your skin, “or I’ll forget we have company.”

You tried to act normal. Tried to sip your drink without choking when his palm pressed firmly down.

“You good?” one of the girls asked, teasing.

“Mhm, great,” you giggled, cheeks warm.

Sylus chuckled darkly. You could feel his smirk against your back.

“You’re such a brat,” he whispered, voice laced with heat, “sitting here all soft and smug like this…”

He leaned forward, nuzzling against your chest, his face half-hidden in your hoodie.

“Feels like you're beggin’ for trouble, darling.”

You laughed too loud when your friend told a wild story, trying to cover the way your thighs squeezed together. Across from you, her boyfriend had his head in her lap, her fingers in his hair—she winked at you.

They all had their lovers. But yours? Yours had one hand gripping your thigh, the other disappearing beneath the hem of your hoodie.

And no one even noticed.

“Still wanna play another round?” someone asked.

You turned your head slightly, voice sweet as sugar.

“Yeah. Let’s go one more round.” Then, under your breath, only for Sylus to hear: “But if you keep that hand there, baby, I will lose on purpose.”

His fingers twitched.

“Deal.”