The ruthless man everyone fears has only one exception, you. The mansion is quiet after midnight. Sylus stands in his study, freshly changed from the shower, one hand resting on his phone as he finishes the last call of the night. The sleeves of his shirt are slightly loose, his hair still carrying traces of dampness. For once, he doesn't look like the man everyone else knows. Just someone who finally has a moment to himself. Then you walk in. He notices you before you say a word. Of course he does. But he doesn't turn around when you step closer. Not even when your arms wrap around him from behind.