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"Y/N!" She says, a smile on her face as she helps you up. "I'm so glad I found you."

Your heart feels like it stopped. What was MC doing here? Why was she here? She looked so beautiful, so immaculate. You couldn't find your voice at all.

"I really have to thank you for all you've done." Her smile feels blinding. You look at her confused.

Before Sylus comes up behind her, placing a hand around her waist. You can't look him in the eye as you watch his fingers splay against her side. MC pushes herself into his side.

"You did so well to bring us together," MC says. You want there to be malice in her voice...but it's all just the truth. "I don't think I could be any happier."

You feel yourself falling apart. Wanting just a little more time with him. One more day, minute...second. You reach a hand out, but then he talks.

"Come kitten." Sylus says, turning her around and leading the two of them to the exit.

"Wait!" You yell, finally fully extending your hand to grab him. You can't reach. You run.

And run.

And run.

But they're always too far, just out of reach.

And you fall. So very, very far...

You almost jump out of the bed as you wake up. Cold sweat on your forehead, arm stretched out like in your dream. You gasp for air, panic leaving your chest as you realize it wasn't real. It wasn't true

"Yet." You think to yourself.

You rub the tears from your eyes. Trying to shake the dream from your head. Until you feel something shift at your side. You look over. There's Sylus, asleep on his side, arm draped on your waist.

"Kitt'n?" His voice is groggy, not fully conscious. While you are flabbergasted. Trying to figure out what he was doing next to you. Flashes of last night come back to you slowly. How you touched him, cried into his shoulder, asked him not to leave you as he helped you into bed.

"Lay back down." He murmurs, pulling you back down. And you let him. You let him pull you against his chest, bringing the blanket up to cover you.

He rubs soothing circles into your back. You lean your forehead against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, the breathing you remember so clearly.

"I had a nightmare." You say. He hums, nuzzling the top of your head.

"That's not allowed right now." He says. You can't help but laugh.

"And what will you do about it?" You tease.

You felt a smile form on his face. "Then I suppose I'll have to destroy whatever is causing it."

"Even if it's you?" You didn't say. You lay an arm around him, clutching at the robe he still wore, and closed your eyes to fall back asleep.

Sylus waited for a moment, softly stroking your hair as he listened to your own breathing. Once he determined you had fallen asleep he placed a light kiss at the top of your head.

"Don't worry Y/N," he whispered, "I'll make sure you have nothing but sweet dreams from now on."

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You wake up to breakfast in bed. Waffles, eggs, fruit, iced coffee. You ate every last bite.

"You truly are a chipmunk." Sylus teases, wiping stray crumbs from your left cheek. "I think I'm starting to understand what food to feed you."

You rolled your eyes. "And what would that be?"

His lip curled upwards, "Well obviously, ones you can stuff into your cheeks."

You held back a laugh, deciding to instead change the conversation. "So what happened to the tailor? One was supposed to come yesterday right?"

He nodded, sitting in a lounge chair next to the bed while drinking his espresso. "Since someone was a little too inebriated for guests, they'll be here shortly. You'll need to get dressed."

Sylus had already gotten dressed. Wearing a gray long sleeve and black torn pants. The same outfit he wore from the card where you helped to measure a new suit for him. The event that occured before the auction. You moved the tray away, grabbed some clothes from your suitcase, and went to the bathroom to get ready.

The head tailor was very kind to you, his female assistant...not so much. You could tell that she was much more interested in Sylus than you. She would position herself in such a particular way that it would show off some part of her. She would measure you loosely, only to compare it to her own measurements.

Sylus didn't seem to pay any attention to her. Instead, talking with the head tailor and looking through a book of designs. The comments were starting to irritate you.

"Could you please focus." You finally said as the measuring tape rested at an angle on your waist, making it seem larger than it actually was.

The assistant sucked her teeth at you. Mumbling something you couldn't quite hear, but you assumed was some kind of insult. Then, suddenly, you saw her whole body freeze.

"Move." Sylus demanded, glaring down at the assistant, red eyes dark and dangerous. The assistant shrunk herself down, handing him the measuring tape and standing next to the door.

Sylus took over measuring you. Stating it out loud for the head tailor to write down. His hands moving swiftly and softly against you. You felt a light blush appear on your cheeks. When he was done he kept a hand on your shoulder. It was warm, and comforting.

"It's your turn to help me kitt'n." He leaned down, whispering into your ear. It was hard to stop the chill that ran up your spine. He placed the measuring tape into your hands.

"W-why me?" You try and cover your ears as you felt them turn red. Sylus cocked an eyebrow at you.

"Who else?" He looked over at the assistant from the corner of his eye. "Unless you want someone else's hands all over me."

You press your lips into a line. Not wanting to admit that the thought of her touching him made you made...but also nervous about being the one in charge of measuring him.

Sylus grabs your chin, raising your face to look at his. His playful face giving you a "what will it be" look. You clutch the tape, then nod in embarrassment. He lets you go, and you got to work.

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You lean your head back, looking at him. You could smell the massage oil coming off of him. His own robe slightly loosened, his chest open and bare. He reached down, grabbing a grape from your board and popping it in his mouth.

You look away as he licks his bottom lip and just nod. You start shoveling the food into your mouth to avoid speaking. He's leaning on his elbows now and pokes your cheek as it sticks out.

"My little kitten is turning into a hamster now." He chuckles. He grabs a strand of hair, curling it between his fingers. "Your hair is shorter."

You try not to look at him. Back in the real world you didn't really have long hair. It was hard to take care of. It wasn't super short, just passed your shoulders, but it was much more comfortable to you.

"It looks nice." Sylus says as you remained silent. "It seems...more you."

You look at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

He looks deep in thought as he continues to play with your hair. A puff of air escapes his lips when he finally lets go and walks towards the kitchen area. You listen, hearing a cork pop, then a moment later Sylus comes out holding two wine glasses. He sits next to you, not too close but not too far. Just enough where if he reached out he could still touch you.

"You seem like a sweet wine lover." He states as if it's a fact, holding out one of the wine glasses for you.

You place the charcuterie board between you two. Sitting up properly and taking the glass. It's a lighter red, sniffing it you smell a mixture of berries, then finally take a sip. Fireworks go off in your mouth, a smile appearing on your face as you savor the sweetness.

"Try it with this cheese." He points to one of the nuttier cheeses.

You immediately take a bite, then a sip.

"I've never had anything so amazing." You murmur, repeating the process several times. Not realizing your glass never emptied.

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After an hour you had finished the whole bottle on your own. You were lying down on the couch, pillow under your head, struggling to keep yourself awake.

"This is y'r fault," you mumble as Sylus gently strokes your hair.

He chuckles, "My apologies kitt'n. I didn't realize you were so weak to alcohol."

" I'm not weak." You grab his hand. "I just don't..." You brought his hand closer to your face and just stare. You carefully examine it, seeing how large it is, the grooves and callus on his hand. You drop it directly onto your face.

"Your whole hand is bigger than my face." You state, partially muffled by his hand. This gets a bigger laugh out of him. "How did you get it to be so big?"

He pinches your cheek, "Maybe because I make sure to eat all of my food."

You pout and shoo his hand away. You sit up slowly, swaying slightly. You turn towards him, on your knees as you lean closer to him. He raises an eyebrow, his lip turned upwards in absolute amusement over your drunken state.

"Yes?" he stretches it out.

You watch his lips form each letter. How his eyebrows raise, his ruby eyes expressing each emotion, his hair perfectly set. You reach a hand up and ran your fingers through it.

"Soft." You mumble, continuing your gentle prodding. You don't seem to notice how he has suddenly gone stiff from your movements. How he watches you very closely, stopping himself from bringing you any closer.

You bring both of your hands up to the sides of his face. Fingertips brushing his jaw, his ears, his eyebrows. "I don't get it." You say, holding his face in your hands.

"Get what?" Sylus asks, reaching one of his hands up to interlace with yours.

"I'm not..." you close your eyes, "I'm not supposed to be here. It's s'pposed to be her."

Sylus looks confused, "Kitten?"

Tears start to prickle the corners of your eyes. You squeeze harder to keep them from being released. It's his turn to place a hand on your cheek. You jump slightly, a tear escaping. You look straight into his ruby eyes, eyes that are supposed to strike fear into the hearts of others, but are filled with concerned as they look at you. He wipes a stray tear away. Your breath begins to hitch, your chest trembling.

You jump towards him, arms wrapping around his neck as you softly cry into his shoulder. Mumbling I'm sorry over and over again. Sylus doesn't move, afraid to touch you for a second. Then wraps his arms around you and gently rubbing your back. Whispering words, even when your words don't make any sense. Even when you're fast asleep in his arms, he just stays and thinks.

Eventually he picks you up, bringing you into one of the rooms. He places you down on the bed and he tries to get you to let go, but you refuse.

"Don't go, please." You say, still mostly asleep.

So he crawls into bed next to you. Holding you close, memorizing your scent, your touch, your breathing. That eventually helps him to finally fall asleep.

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He still stuck around in your space, but he was silent, sitting across the room. You felt his eyes on you constantly. It made you anxious. You started getting sloppy, stopped eating almost entirely, stopped sleeping.

Hence the mountain of caffeine.

On the tenth day you felt like you were finally making headway. Some things finally starting to click. Your fingers worked faster, life beginning to return your eyes.

Until Sylus came and pulled you away from the computer.

"Hey!" You yelled, trying to roll your chair back. He held a firm grip on it.

"We're going out." He commanded.

You stood up, "I'm not going anywhere with you." You start walking back to the computer, but Sylus stood in front.

He leaned against the desk, effectively blocking any access to it. You look down at his shoes, clutching your fists so tight you felt crescent marks forming in your skin.

He used his thumb and pointer to gently grab your chin and lift your face up. You tried to look away, but he refused to let you.

"You have locked yourself away in here for days." He says, low and calm, "I won't let you kill yourself over this."

He strokes your cheek with the back of his hand. His eyes softened at you, seeing the dark circles under your eyes, the clothes that started to sag on you.

"Rest is required during times like these." He says, dropping his hand from your face. "Go shower, change, then we will go out. Understood?"

He quirks an eyebrow at you, waiting patiently for you response. And you nod. You don't feel like you have much of a choice anyway. You turn around and make your way to your room.

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He takes you out of the N-109 zone, to a city just outside of Linkon. You weren't sure where, but the sun was up. It blinded you, or it would have if Sylus hadn't given you sunglasses to wear. He was quiet the whole drive. Saying nothing as classical music played in the car. It was soothing as it lulled you into a sense of safety.

You fell asleep momentarily, waking up when he pulled up to your destination. A resort. He got out of the car first. You attempted to exit the car, but his evol stopped you. He opened the door for you, reaching a hand out to you.

You look at it, for a moment, before taking it. He gently pulls you out of the car and your eyes widen at the amount of staff that came out to greet you.

"Mr. Sylus," one of the hotel workers said, "we have been expecting you."

"Good." Sylus said.

He still hadn't let go of your hand. Holding it in his as if he was leading you to a gala. He leads you forward, into the extraordinary resort. You feel underdressed at all the frivolity of the place. Sylus moves closer to you, making you feel a little better with his presence.

You moved away from him when the two of you were in the elevator. He stayed silent, and you watched the numbers continue to rise until you reached the top floor.

"Do the honors?" Sylus asked as he handed you the key card to the suite.

You hesitated, but then grabbed it as you were filled with excitement. On the door read Presidential Suite, something you would probably never see again in any lifetime.

The room opened up to a foyer, high end slippers waiting on you. You quickly throw your shoes off to melt into them. Then attempted to run around to explore.

You were met, instead, by two massage tables, scented candles, and two beautiful women holding robes.

"Welcome!" One of the women says as she walks towards you. "I am so excited to be at your service today. We will first start with a scented bath and wash, before coming out here for a mask and a deep tissue massage. Then the tailor will come in and-"

You held your hand up. "I-I'm so sorry to interrupt you. I need to talk with my associate for a moment."

You didn't wait for the woman to answer as you began to push Sylus back to the foyer. He looked very amused, especially when your face scrunched up in disbelief.

"What is going on?!" You whisper-yell.

"I said you needed rest." He stroked the side of your face with the back of his hand. "And what better way than in luxury."

You move his hand away. "And a tailor?"

He shrugs, "For something later. Something you will absolutely need."

You hug yourself, thinking for a moment before turning around and making your way back to the living room.

"Look who's awake," he smirks as he places his tablet down along with his glasses.

You pick at your fingers as you look down. You shuffle quickly to one of the couches and sit. He just stares you down the whole time. You feel he is enjoying your timidness.

"How long was I asleep?" You ask, voice low.

"Hmm," he puts his glasses back on and picks up his tablet, "about...7 hours."

You try to hold back your surprise, "And how long since you've taken me?"

"About two days."

You nod, continuing your facade of calm. "My team?"

"Dead."

You stand up, clenching your fists. A smirk appears on his face.

"I'm just kidding. I don't need the Association on my list. My schedule is far too busy." He waits until you sit back down. "But speaking of, what is a data analyst doing out in the field?"

You lean back into the couch, trying to come up with something that wasn't a complete lie, but also not the truth.

"I knew the area best. And everyone who works for the Association has training. So me joining was obvious."

You slipped your slippers off, bringing your feet onto the couch and holding your legs to your chest. Sylus looked amused at you. You weren't sure if he completely believed your statement.

"Where does my team think I am?" You ask, changing the topic.

"Sent off somewhere else to chase down the perpetrators."

Not a complete lie, you thought.

"Do you enjoy making yourself seem small like a mouse?" He chided out.

"Only when in the face of a tiger." You murmured, which got a chuckle out of him.

"Well before we get to work," he stood as he spoke, walking over to you and reaching down a hand, "why don't I show you around."

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The Onychinus base, and Sylus' apartment, were much more lavish then the mere drawings from the game. It stole your breath away at each turn.

"You're free to roam as you please." Sylus says as the two of you sit across from each other at a small table. "You are not allowed to leave the building unless otherwise planned."

You nod as you pick at the snack he set on the table. He places his elbow on the table, using his hand to hold his face as he watches you.

"Can you really not eat something without picking at it?" He teases, but you can hear the annoyance in his tone.

You shrug your shoulders, "I just need a moment."

Your mind, and heart, were all over the place. You were thrilled to be here, to be so close to Sylus. Working with him, talking with him. And yet, it was depressing being here and knowing that...none of it was for you. None of it could be yours.

Who were you to change the story? To be in a place that you had no right taking?

Honestly...it made you want to cry.

So you did the only thing that ever made sense to you when your head got like this, jump into work.

Sylus gave you everything you needed. Clothes, computers, data...company. It seems no matter where you worked in the building he was always there. You tried ignoring him, pushing him away, but you forgot about his concept of personal space from the game-that he didn't believe in it.

He would tease you, reply with quips and things that would get something out of you. You just reminded yourself that none of this was for you.

No matter how much you wanted it to be...it just would never be yours.

The door in front of the bed opened. You had to close your eyes over how bright the light was. Once you hear it close you opened them again. Sylus stood there, a small tray in his hand as he looked down at you.

You move away until your back hits the metal headboard. He chuckles at the notion as he moves around the bed to sit on the side of it. He places the tray down between the two of you.

"Eat." He orders. "I'm sure the little hunter is hungry."

You look at the tray. A simple meal of chicken and vegetables prepared with a bottle of water. You just stare at it, unsure of the safety.

"Don't worry," he interrupts your thoughts, "I didn't poison anything. If I wanted you dead, you would already be dead."

You look away, feeling the flush spread across your face.

"I-I can't exactly eat when I'm l-locked up like this." You say, shaking your hand to emphasize your trapped hand.

It's his turn to look at you. An eyebrow raised.

"If I was going to r-run, you would have locked up more than my hand."

He smirks at your retort and snaps his fingers, unlocking the cuffs using his evol. You rub your sore wrist, then reach for the for and knife to begin eating.

You eat slowly, constantly glancing between him and the food. He is just watching you, silently. It makes you want to shrink, to look as meek and small as possible.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I don't like picking on the weak." He teases.

Your heart jumps at the nickname. A name not meant for you. You put the silverware down, pushing the rest of the food away. He scowls at the small amount.

"You shouldn't be picky when you're currently captured." He said, pushing the food back towards you.

"Why did you capture me?" You finally ask. Looking down as you play with the hem of the blanket.

"To interrogate you, of course." He grabs the silverware himself and begins to cut the chicken. "You were playing in my territory. It's in my interest to know why the Hunter's Association was doing so."

He brought up the fork close to you. You turn your head away from it.

"Do you hand feed all of the people you interrogate?" You mumble. He let out a low chuckle. It made you look at him again. His face beautiful even in this low light.

"No, I don't. So be proud to be an exception." He motioned to the fork.

You hesitated, for just a moment. Before finally taking the bite he had given you. It had a different taste to it. Warmer, softer, sweeter than before.

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You had just finished telling Sylus about the operation. He had fed you the whole time you talked as you stayed wrapped in the blanket like a protective cocoon. He nodded, listening to you speak the whole time. The only thing he pushed you to do was to eat.

When the plate was finally empty and you were done speaking he was rubbing his chin, deep in thought. You took sips of the water as you watched him. He was much, much larger than you. He sat so far away from you, yet he could reach over and feed you without needing to lean. His legs were long, frame wide, yet such a slender waist. You recall his height, 6 ft 2. Almost a whole foot taller than you were.

"Let's make a deal." Sylus finally spoke. Intrigue on the tip of his tongue. "I'll help you find the group you're looking for. All you have to do is stay here with me."

"S-stay here!" How could you stay here! This wasn't your mission. He wasn't yours to have. "Why?"

"My own personal interests." His face turned cocky. It made you swoon.

"F-for how long?"

He hummed in thought. "Until you have what you need."

Have what I need? Why did he word it that way. What did that even mean?

"Do we have a deal?" He stuck his hand out. Palm face up, waiting patiently for yours.

You stared at it. Afraid. Afraid that when you touched him this would all melt away like a dream.

You take your hand out from under the blanket. Willing it to stop shaking as you grab his hand. His fingers wrapped gently around yours as you shook.

"Good." He said, looking at your hand. "Now let's get you out of this closet."

He stood up, but you didn't move. He raised an eyebrow at you, confused by your lack of movement. You looked away embarressed.

"I don't have any shoes." You mumbled. moving the blanket to show your feet.

You hear him tch before he picks you up in a bridal hold. You wiggle for a moment, surprised at his actions.

"Stay still." Sylus commands, his voice low.

And you do. You are stiff as he carries you through his halls. And it takes you a while before you finally relax and lean into his warmth. You lay your head against his chest as he walks into the elevator. You can't help but close your eyes, listening to the beat of his heart, and fall asleep once again.

You find yourself transmigrated to Linkon City. At first, you are terrified. You know and remember all the battles and strains the MC of the game had. And you were unsure if you could actually handle all that.

You look exactly like how you customized your character...but behind it you can still feel the you that has always been there. You used your hunters watch to try and figure more about yourself, wondering just where in the story you landed. But you aren't a fighter, you're more of a paper pusher.

Fighting back home was never your forte, you weren't even sure if you ever remember actually throwing a punch. So sitting behind a desk all day was something you could work with.

The environment is much different at the Hunter Association than you thought. You see Xavier, but he is interacting rather intimately with a different Hunter. Someone who was very kind, warm, and friendly.

This must be the actual MC. You think to yourself.

So you go about your time trying to be content with being a background character. You just want to be safe.

A couple of months pass and you begin to recognize events from the story that lead MC to the N-109 Zone. There, she would meet Sylus, your favorite character.

You had tried doing your own research on the famous Onychinus leaader, but all you got were DANGER screens and lectures from your bosses. Your heart twists some at the thought of not being able to actually meet him.

You were trying to ignore that fact until the MC and Captain Jenna pull you into a meeting with other hunters. Talking about setting up some kind of operation to gain information on how protocores are making it through the N-109 Zone illegally.

You're confused. This isn't how the story goes. The MC is supposed to go there on her own. But your heart leaps. What other chance will you get?

You volunteer to be part of the operation. Doing what? You have no idea. But maybe it'll be worth it. Maybe you can get your chance.

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Two weeks go by. You help to set up the operation, just on the outskirts of the zone. You create maps and plans, spread rumors about "special goods" being stored in some old apartments. A trade off about to happen with a rival gang.

The corners are tight, the space is small, limited ways to get in or out. It's as close to a controlled environment as you can get.

You had been practicing your combat and gun skills at any point you could. Your body was able to fluidly go through the motions, remembering the training you had before you came to this world. It would have to due, since your own reactions would be slower.

It was game time, whether ready or not. You hid in a dark room in a partially covered corner. The spot was perfect for you to see everything, but hard to see you. Your hunters watch was connected to the cameras the team installed. The undercover hunters were currently pulling off the "deal" with a gang that could lead the association to the top.

But you knew whose territory this actually was. And there was no way he would let you get away with this deal.

It was quiet, things were moving smoothly, until explosions began to set off at the dealing sight. The whole building shook. You saw two people wearing devil masks appear out of the smoke. Your heart fluttered as you began to look through the other cameras.

He had to be somewhere.

"Junk." A deep, silky voice spoke out from the room you were in. A voice you had memorized and replayed in your head constantly.

You closed your watch and slowly pulled out your gun. You look out - still hidden - and see a single floating red orb glowing in the dark room.

No, not an orb, an eye.

Your breath hitched, and he immediately looked at you.

You felt something wrap around your ankle and begin pulling you. Dragging you closer and closer to the crimson eye.

You just let it happen. Your body frozen, brain scrambled, stunned at the beautifully tall man in front of you.

"Well, well," Sylus' voice came out, condescending, "looks like I found a lost little kitten."

Kitten.

Your muscle memory finally responded. Quickly aiming and firing your gun. Hitting him in the shoulder.

But smoke just wafted off, and he brushed the spot. He chuckled, and it felt like the whole room vibrated with it.

"Feisty little thing aren't y-"" he stopped. Actually looking you in the eye. His crimson eye lighting up again as it peered into your soul. His face forming a wicked grin.

He knelt down, pulling the gun out of your hands with one hand, then grabbing your face with the other.

"What's this?" He asked. Malice and curiosity in his voice. "Could you be..."

"Bossman!" Luke and Keiran yelled as the ran into the room. "We're all done here!"

Sylus didn't even look at them. You reached a shaky hand up to his wrist, gently tugging it as your face began to hurt from his grip.

He softened his hold, just a fraction. Just enough for some relief while he maintained control.

"Good," he said, "we must return...and make sure our guest has a warm welcome.

Your eyes went wide at his statement.

Red tendrils of energy began to form around you. And everything went black.

Xavier: You are sitting on one corner of the couch and he is using your lap as a pillow. You are both wearing matching pajamas and he is napping while you are deep into your book. Anytime he tosses or turns you have a hand on his head to stroke his hair or on his back to rub it. When he does wake up you tell him about the parts you've read, the twists and turns, and he just nods his head while nuzzling into your stomach.

Zayne: Zayne is sitting on the couch next to you while working on hospital paperwork. He likes to talk to himself out loud, usually something about how someone wrote down the wrong dosage or misspelled a medication. So you usually listen to the audible version of the book while reading along. You know these sessions are long, so you have plenty of snacks laid out. And when he goes to reach for his favorite macaron he'll grab one for you and feed it to you as well.

Rafayel: He will be sketching you when you are on one of your reading binges. He understands being absorbed in the arts, and when you begin raving about the newest series he has a couch next to his bay windows set up just for you, which just so happens to give the perfect lighting for your form. When you're really deep into reading he will reposition you in slight ways to aid his sketches. And when you finally snap back to reality you find yourself covered in a menagerie of things (flowers, shells, vibrant cloth). It will annoy you in the moment, until he shows you all of the sketches he drew of you.

Sylus: You know he built you your very own library. Any title you even look at, he's buying up the whole series. He even has a TV in the room in case there are any adaptations. But your favorite place to read is in his Alaskan king bed, wrapped in silk sheets, leaning against him. His arm wrapped around your waist as he reads his own books or reports. He'll rub little circles into your waist that you find comforting. Every time you gasp or chuckle because of your book he gives a hum or kiss to your head. Even though he is a night owl, he knows you can't always be and won't fall for your "one more page/chapter" complaints. No matter how adorable you look.