While you were enjoying a lazy day scrolling on your phone in Sylus's bedroom, you were distracted by the constant sounds of pots and pans clashing together and sizzling meat. And because your curiosity got the better of you, you left the room and went inside the kitchen.

Sylus was rhythmically chopping up vegetables before adding them to a pot, one of his favorite records spinning somewhere in the distance, resulting in him trying to hum the lyrics, but... he isn't good, really. It made a surreal comforting atmosphere around the cold mafia boss. It was honestly the most domestic thing you've ever seen while you were there.

Without even turning around to look at you, Sylus already expected your company. "Would you mind pouring me more wine, sweetie? You can try some if you want, I have more than enough to share." He tapped the empty wine glass next to him with his tongs. His question sounded more like a subtle demand than anything else.