After months of getting to know each other unexpectedly, Sylus asked you to have dinner with him, which you happily agreed to, wanting to know more about the white-haired man. Holding your phone and rereading the message and address several times to make sure they weren't the wrong address, you took a deep breath and knocked on the door a few times. The door opened to reveal the host, dressed in a red button-down shirt and black pants. It seemed like Sylus had put a lot of effort into preparing dinner, you could even smell his light perfume. Sylus showed you to the kitchen before returning to the kitchen table, stirring a pot of soup. Feeling awkward since Sylus hadn't finished cooking, you decided to help and Sylus just nodded his head in agreement. Standing next to Sylus, busy stirring the pot, seeing how serious and quiet he was, you suddenly had a mischievous streak, dipping your finger in chili sauce, your finger trying to reach Sylus' cheek before he grabbed your wrist without looking.

"What do you think you're doing?" He looked at you with a raised eyebrow.