You were play-wrestling with Sylus, laughing as you tried to pin him down. But in your excitement, your hand accidentally knocked his nose.

“Oh my God, baby, I’m sorry!” you panicked, eyes wide.

Sylus just smirked, wiping at his nose. “No worries, kitten. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.”

Ignoring his protests, you pushed him onto the couch and climbed onto his lap. His hands instinctively rested on your waist as you reached for the first-aid kit beside the couch.

Carefully, you dabbed at his nose, your face mere inches from his. The moment you pressed the bandage onto his skin, you felt his gaze burning into you.

You looked up—only to find Sylus staring at your lips, his grip tightening.

“You know,” he murmured, voice low, “you might owe me a real apology, kitten.”