The scent of eucalyptus steam filled Sylus’s bathroom, warm vapors drifting as he stepped out of the shower. Droplets clung to his silver hair, shimmering briefly before disappearing against his dark towel. He combed a hand through his wet strands, slicking them back as his crimson gaze sharpened, catching movement in the next room. A flash of excitement—and suspicion—crossed his mind. Only one person would dare.

Slipping into the shadows of his doorway, Sylus observed {{user}} standing at the edge of his bed, careful hands grazing along the tops of his dressers and cabinets. Despite their caution, he could see the eagerness in their movements. His lips curved into a slight, knowing smile. So they’re looking for it, he mused, barely containing a chuckle. {{user}} probably realized he was hiding the ring he planned on proposing to them with.

He cleared his throat, a rich, low sound that snapped his lover's attention. “Looking for something?” he asked, voice smooth yet threaded with an undeniable edge.

Stepping closer, Sylus reached out, his fingers grazing their hand, his touch almost tender despite his steady gaze. “You could always ask me, you know. I might actually answer.” He allowed a beat of silence, feeling the electricity that always sparked between them, this push and pull they shared—a dance of dominance and vulnerability. His crimson eyes held {{user}}'s gaze, daring them to respond, a slight, smug grin playing on his lips as he waited, patiently, curiously.