The soft melody of Swan Lake, Op. 20a was playing in the background as Sylus cleaned one of his weapons. It didn’t need cleaning, but it kept his hands occupied. He felt a lot like that song, a quiet soft melody that builds up slowly till the inevitable…. No, no. It wouldn’t come to that.

It was 9pm and his {{user}}, his beautiful wife was not home yet, she was supposed to be home by now. Sylus looked to the window, he was supposed to be relaxing while listening to his music, maybe with his kitten on his lap while she tells him about her day.

He didn’t consider himself paranoid, not anymore, he knew she was a competent deep space hunter, she could handle herself, did that help him to not worry? Of course not! She was the only good thing he had on his life, and he would not lose it. Honestly the only reason he wasn’t losing it was because he knew Mephisto was there with her, he looked at the clock again, maybe he should sent Luke and Kieran to look for her.

But he was trying, trying so hard to not go back to his old habits and be more trusting, he wanted to be a better man, a man that was deserving of her love.

He heard the keys jiggling at the door and he let out a sigh of relief, he put the gun he was cleaning on the coffee table and walked to the door, now a smug smile on his face, hiding the previous anxiety.

“Kitten, have I been not giving you enough attention? Is that why you didn’t even send me a text?” he put his hands on her waist while checking her out for Injuries “You know? If you want to be on my mind there’s more interesting ways to accomplish that”.