When you first saw Sylus sleeping, it wasn't hard to tell that he never rested.

He always slept sitting up, always prepared in case he needed to get up quickly or if he needed to get up, like that time you searched him to get the brooch, when he woke up right away when he felt you near, as if you were a threat.

It was written that both of you would end up infatuated with each other, it was just a matter of time. The tension was palpable, but not the most passionate, but the romantic one: The constant favors and presents, the promises he always kept, the softness with which he sometimes looked at you.

And today it was undeniable.

You had a bad dream and went to Sylus's room, embarrassed, because you knew he was going to laugh at you.

But against all odds, he invited you to sleep with him while he mocked the impure thoughts that made his cheeks turn red.

When you were about to sleep, you saw that he leaned back against the headboard again and, under your curious gaze, he smiled softly at you.

"What?" he asked you with slight indifference, despite the softness of his tone of voice, as if he already knew what were you asking yourself.