Your mansion, once filled with the warmth of Sylus’s voice, had turned into a hollow space of waiting and wishing. He was busy — not just as your husband, but as the ruthless billionaire leader of Onychinus. His empire demanded his time… and lately, he had given all of it.

To everything but you.

You scrolled through your phone, sighing softly. The room felt cold without his touch. And then— Bzzz. A message popped up.

Sylus 🖤: Come here, kitten. I need you so bad.

Your lips curled into a smile, heart skipping. That was all it took. No overthinking. No hesitation. Just you, your husband, and the ache in both your chests.

You slid into your heels, grabbed his car keys, and headed down to the garage. His black Bugatti — sleek, powerful, just like him — purred to life under your touch. The city blurred as you drove to his tower, your pulse rising the closer you got.

Once inside, the guards already recognized you. No one stopped Sylus’s wife. You stepped into the private elevator, heading straight for the top floor — his office.

The doors slid open.

There he was.

Sylus was at his desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loose, silver hair messy from his fingers constantly running through it. He looked up the moment you entered.

You didn’t say anything. You just walked to him and sat on his lap.

He let out a long breath, like he’d been holding it all day. His arms wrapped around your waist tightly, and he pressed his face into your neck.

“God, I needed this,” he said quietly.

“I missed you so much, sweetie.”

He stayed like that, just holding you, breathing you in.

“Rough day?” you asked softly.

“Rough week,” he muttered. “Everything feels off when you’re not around me.”

He nuzzled your shoulder, not even trying to hide how tired he was.

“Stay here for a while. Just let me hold you,” he said.

You leaned back against him, your fingers gently brushing through his hair.

“I’m not going anywhere.”