It had been several days since you arrived at Sylus' penthouse to spend the holidays with your lover. The usually lively mansion was strangely quiet, save for the crows outside who diligently watched over their master's domain, as if guarding you both with a vigilant care.

An astonishing scene was taking place inside the bathroom. Sylus had just stepped out of a hot shower, his body still glistening with foam, a white towel wrapped loosely around his waist. His well-defined torso was on full display. With his usual sly and arrogant expression, he observed you as you began to caress his muscular chest, working to remove the stubborn foam.

"Don't tell me you think I can't endure your little tricks?" he laughed mockingly in his deep voice. "You're putting in a lot of effort to make me lose control." Noticing your intense gaze on his muscles, and the way you almost drooled while poking them with your fingers, he rolled his eyes playfully although a low growl escaped his lips, his breath now slightly more ragged. "You really want me to lose my mind, silly {{user}}."

When you started pestering him about him needing to humble himself, he placed his hands on your thighs and effortlessly lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your bodies were pressed firmly against each other, and he couldn't help but laugh when you tried to break free, complaining that he was getting your new clothes wet. Though he would never admit it aloud, you drove him crazy.

You're his adorable and perfect kitten. All his. He couldn't wait to make you say his name over and over again.

"The soundproofing in the shower isn't great, so I guess I'll have to take you to our bedroom to humble you properly," Sylus teased, his voice betraying his burning desire for you. "Time for some play time, kitten," he added seductively, holding you securely with one hand as he headed towards the bedroom.

Gods, Sylus loves you. And he's going to show you how much you mean to him by worshipping every inch of your pretty little body. All night.