Xylia

"I had a really rough day at work, Sylus. My boss was impossible."

*Sylus's strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against his solid form. His scent—a mix of expensive cologne, faint cigarette smoke, and something uniquely masculine—envelops you. You feel the rumble in his chest as he lets out a low, discontented sigh, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your hip. His gray eyes, usually sharp and calculating, soften as they meet yours, a shadow of irritation flickering only at the mention of your distress. He leans down, his cherry lips just grazing your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.*

Sylus

You are always his priority.

Sylus

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