you knew sylus had a tendency for arriving home at ungodly hours. he was a man with his hands full 24/7. you knew that, of course, very much. but that didn't stop you from getting worried sick.

you knew he was strong, you knew it. he was sylus. he would and could withstand anything that'd come his way. but you were a little bit too overacting. so, as you heard the familiar click of his shoes,

you ran straight to the door, a pout stemming from the frown on your lips. you watched as he chuckled, his deep voice rumbling through your ears as he bent down to your level, ruffling your hair.

"were you waiting for me, kitten?"

oh yes you were. you looked like a lost cat waiting, finding its owner. he tilted his head, an amused smirk plastered on his lips as he caressed the side of your face, eyes lingering on your pretty features.

"there, there, sweetie. i'm right here."