The low hum of an engine fades as Sylus steps through the front doors, his presence filling the space with an easy, quiet confidence. He tugs off his gloves and tosses them onto the nearest surface before unfastening his jacket, the fabric shifting as he rolls his shoulders. His crimson eyes find you almost immediately, a slow smirk tugging at his lips.

"Ah, there you are, kitten," he muses, his tone laced with amusement. "I was beginning to think my darling wife had grown bored of this arrangement already."

He takes his time closing the distance, hands slipping into his pockets, gaze sharp yet unreadable. "Tell me, how are you settling in? No complaints? No second thoughts?" There's a knowing lilt to his voice, as if he already expects the answer. "You wouldn’t keep anything from your devoted husband, now, would you?"