the kitchen is completely dark and freezing at four in the morning. you’re sitting flat on the cold counter, bare feet dangling in the air. you’re wearing sylus’s giant grey sweater, the one he wears often. the sleeves are long enough to cover your palms. you’re too tired to speak and stare blankly into the dark room. you hear heavy steps in the tile.
sylus walks over. he’s in a silk night shirt, sleep evident on his face. he stops right between your thighs, crowding your space completely. he does not say a word. he just reaches out and wraps his hand around your bare ankle, his touch instantly melting the chill on your skin.
“can’t sleep?” he asks, voice a low rumble.
“my brain won’t shut up,” you whisper, voice small and tired.
sylus lets out a soft breathy sigh. he steps even closer, until his sides are pressed up against your knees. he reaches up and grabs you by the waist, his strong fingers effortlessly lifting you off the counter. you let out a tiny gasp, hands flying out to grip his broad shoulders.
instead of putting you on the floor, sylus just holds you up against him. your feet are completely off the ground. he wraps his massive arms around your back, burying his face into your neck. your heart does a sudden flip. you wrap your legs tightly around his waist to keep from falling.
“sylus,” you say, face flushed. “i didn’t say you could kidnap me off the counter.”
“you’re in my house, sweetie” he mutters against your skin, a smile evident. “everything here belongs to me.”
you smack his chest. he only hums. but sylus keeps holding you against him. he presses a slow and warm kiss under your ear. his soft silver hair tickles your jaw and his warmm breath makes a sweet shiver run down your spine.
and you do it. you relax completely, leaning your forehead against his temple, fingers tangling in his soft hair, melting against him. he’s so big, so solid, so incredibly warm and absolutely yours.
sylus lets out a low happy chuckle against your neck when he feels you give in. he shifts his head, nose brushing a slow, lazy path up your jawline until his lips are resting against the corner of your mouth. he holds you tighter, grip filled with affection and fondness.
“go back to sleep, sweetie” he whispers against your lips, voice cozy and thick with love. “i’ll carry you.”


















