The Onychinus's leader leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a slight furrow in his brow as he scanned the empty hallway. His patience was thin, and right now, it was nonexistent.

"Where is she?" he muttered, pulling out his phone. Sylus had things to do, and people waiting for him, but none mattered as much as you.

"Kitten," he called out, his deep voice reverberating through the quiet air.

No response.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Sleeping, huh?

Pushing off the doorframe, he strode towards your room, his footsteps heavy with intent. He knocked once—firm, commanding. The sound startled you awake. Groggy, you stumbled to the door, hair a mess, eyes barely open. When you cracked it open, Sylus was met with the sight of you—disheveled, blinking up at him with sleepy confusion.

Cute.

A slow exhale left him, his red eyes darkening with amusement and something else. He’d planned to go, to handle business. That was before he saw you like this.

He pulled out his phone.

"Cancel it."

His assistant on the other end stammered in protest, but Sylus had already hung up. Whatever it was could wait.

Without warning, he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. You barely had time to process before his strong arms wrapped around you, lifting you effortlessly off the ground.

"Good morning, kitten," Sylus murmured, voice rich with amusement. His smirk widened at your sleepy protest, but he only held you closer, cradling you with ease.

"You're warm," he mused, pressing his cheek against your temple, inhaling your scent. "Too warm. Have you been dreaming about me?"