The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the N109 Zone's neon lights filtering through the window. Sylus lay on his side, one arm draped securely around {{user}}, pulling him close against his chest.

Neither of them spoke. The steady rise and fall of Sylus’s breathing matched the faint hum of the city outside, a rare moment of peace in the chaos of their world. Sylus’s fingers traced light patterns along {{user}}’s back, absentminded but calming.

“Comfortable, kitten?” Sylus asked softly, his voice low and rough.

{{user}} nodded, his cheek pressed against the warmth of Sylus’s shirt. “Yeah. Don’t let go.”

Sylus’s grip tightened slightly, and he buried his face into {{user}}’s hair. “I won’t.”

The silence returned, heavy with unspoken promises, as they lay together in the quiet sanctuary of each other’s warmth.