Leyhasha

Taking in the twins and making Mephisto. They’re his babies. That’s his children. We don’t see a lot of interactions between Sylus and the twins and I wish we got see more of it.

I could totally see the twins being into pranking each other or experimenting with tech. You’re sleeping peacefully, head cushioned by Sylus’ arm and his breath tickling your hair when suddenly BOOM!

The safe house shakes. The pictures on the wall rattle and the both of you wake up just enough to sigh heavily.

“Your sons are acting up.” Sylus teases you while simultaneously pulling you closer.

it was common knowledge that sylus was rich. you were certainly the main recipient of his riches, with the way he was constantly spoiling you and buying you everything you could ever want.

it was hard for you to accept it when you first got together, but it became so common that you got used to it whether you wanted to or not.

a part of you didn't believe you could ever return the favor. what could a man who has everything possibly want?

as it turned out, sylus craved the simpler things.

you would often offer to help out around the base, and while he would try to stop you, you got used to taking on little tasks that made his life that much easier. the first time he came home to his glass of wine already filled and a record playing in his study, he practically fell into your lap with gratitude.

you didn't stop there, of course. you were happy to listen to music with him, or ask about his extensive gun collection. anytime you could spend time with him, you would, and he would light up when you chose to be by his side. he would never admit to how much it flustered him when you were interested in what he liked, but you could tell from the redness of his ears.

your favorite way to dote on him was through touch, purely because he responded to it best. whether it was running your fingers through his hair or surprising him with hugs, he would always melt into you immediately, needing his daily dose of you.

he came home particularly stressed from a business deal one night, only to find you in his kitchen fiddling with a pot all while wearing his clothes. it didn't take long for him to practically drape himself against you, his head burying into your neck while his arms sneaked their way around your waist.

"rough day?" you hummed, receiving a soft grunt in response. carefully running your fingers through his hair, you turned to press a kiss to his cheek, eyes sparkling. "go wash up, dinner's almost done."

"what did i ever do to deserve you?" he sighed, pressing his lips to your shoulder. "thank you, sweetie."

after a shower that couldn't have gone quicker, he came back to find you setting the table, his favorite dish laid out so neatly that his heart flipped.

"is this all for me?" he mused, walking up to hug you once again, his lips pressed to your forehead.

"who else?" you smiled, leaning into his touch. "you deserve to come home to a warm meal after all you do." you brought a hand up to rub his cheek, "i'm proud of you, sy. and i love you so, so much."

if you noticed him trembling, you didn't bring attention to it, which he was grateful for. he pressed himself further against you, letting out a shaky breath.

"i love you even more, kitten."

He's on his way home from work, making a brief stop at the grocery store. He recalls your absentminded request this morning, your eyes and head still filled with sleep.

"Wan cookies..." you had grumbled into his back and Sylus prides himself on being attentive.

Especially when it pertains to you.

He's walking through the aisle with your favourite brand of cookies and passes by two young women. He doesn't notice how their gazes turn lustful and trail after him but does catch a word that floats its way over.

DILF.

The word rolls its way around Sylus' mind as he pays for the cookies—and a few more of your favourite snacks—and doesn't leave him alone even on his drive home. He considers searching it up online but gets distracted the moment you're in his sights.

All thoughts of DILF fly out the window when your lips capture his and he promptly melts.

It doesn't a comeback until it's evening and dinner has been eating. He's busy washing the dishes while you dry them, innocent chatter flowing between you two. You ask him about work and he tells you it went fine as always, always leaving out the too bloody parts. He asks you the same and listens, intrigued, as you complain about a co-worker.

You're halfway through telling him about what Nicole said when the word pops into his mind.

Bright and clear as day.

DILF.

"Sweetie," Sylus says. "Sorry for interrupting you but there's been something on my mind."

You blink. "Oh? What's wrong?" You ask then give him a once over. "Are you hurt? Should I get the first aid kit?"

"No, I'm fine," he assures you with a tender smile. "I just heard something today when I was at the grocery store. Heard it when I passed these young women and they said something."

"That doesn't surprise me," you say, eyeing him teasingly. "I mean, have you seen yourself? You're a prime DILF, honey."

Sylus halts in rinsing his current dish.

"It's that word," he says, brows furrowed. "The DILF word. They said the exact same thing when I walked past but I couldn't make heads or tails of it." He looks at you, curious. "What does it mean?"

You stare at him, wide-eyed.

You stare at him for a good minute or so.

Then you're snorting loudly, eyes closing as you set down the tea towel you were using to dry the dishes. Your lips are pursed together tightly, the corners quivering with withheld laughter. You chance a look at Sylus before shaking your head and taking off to the living room.

Sylus stares at where you once were, puzzled beyond belief.

He turns off the tap to follow you.

"Sweetie?" He calls out, only to find you on the couch and laughing into a throw cushion. "Sweetie? What's so funny?"

You lift up a hand, signalling him to give you a moment, before looking at him. Your eyes are watery from laughing too much and your mouth is spread into a wide smile.

"Sy, baby," you say around shaky breaths. "My love, DILF isn't a word. It's an acronym."

"...Okay?" Sylus says, a brow raised. "I still don't know what it means. And it seems my loving wife is having too much fun keeping it from me."

"It's so hilarious," you admit, letting out a few more pearls of laughter. "But I'll tell you because I love you and you need to know this for future reference."

"...I love you too and sure."

"Okay," you say, taking a deep breath around still bubbling laughter. "Baby, DILF means dad I'd like to fuck."

Sylus' eyes widen.

You stare at him, biting your bottom lip hard.

There's a long draw of silence.

Then, as innocently as a 6'4" broad man capable of murder can, Sylus says:

"But I'm not a dad."

Zayne: You know, I'm not really into small talks.

MC: Okay. Deep down inside, do you believe that you're a good person?

Zayne:

MC:

"I will keep you bound to me for all of eternity. Our connection transcends this place and this world."

"I can adapt to any location and call it home as long as i'm willing, but now i have a condition, if you are not there, then im not interested."

"I miss you... I miss you very much, after we met every separation has tested my patience, but because it's you and only you i'm willing to wait."

"I attempted to search for the reason for why i accidentally fell so deeply, but realized that even if i found the answer it would have no meaning, simply because this person is you."

"I dont want to call you fate, because you and fate aren't the same, fate can be shattered, but when i stand before you, i begin to look forward to the future."

"If every petal could receive this kind of reward, Then this dragon will wait every night longing for the wind and petals to arrive."

"I thought we were like flowers. We were meant to grow together in the same soil. Yet you were quietly moved to another garden in a foreign land... Still, you managed to bloom beautifully."

"You should know very well that I adore you. There is no love purer than mine."

“Your truest self will forever be etched into the fabric of my soul.”

"Tarus City can have flowers bloom everywhere, as far as the eye can see. But only for one person."

"How can I witness and hold such beauty once more...? If I were to bury my heart within your sweet lips…”

"If you were also an art piece, then whoever created you... must have loved you dearly."

"In my eyes, there has only been one world. It's the one where you exist."

"We'll have a future that reaches the horizon, it will go so far that we will keep on walking together."

"But the truth is, She is my vulnerability, So only when she lives boldly and freely will this "weakness" of mine have meaning."

"I like your eyes, They are beautiful, in them i can see your hatred, defiance and greed for life."

"Our souls are bound. We will never betray each other. Even if Doomsday arrives outside this Sanctuary. Even if the world crumbles, this promise will never be broken."

"You are my unforgiveable sin in the fabric of eternity, the very thing that has imprisoned me."

"Driven by desire, I touch you, kiss you, embrace you and happily accept your influence."

"There's one treasure i've always been reluctant to show other people, i'm worried that i'll lose her, fortunately my treasure has legs, she's strong, intelligent and sometimes a little sly...she can't be stolen from me."

"Before you help me completely unleash it— Don't. Leave. Me."

"For me, seeing you is like seeing the sun itself."

"Shivanika Shivanika Shivanika."

"You have my heart."

"I love what you love."

"I am waiting for you."

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MC and the twins after making an elaborate plan to save Sylus

MC: Alright, operation saving bossman is a go!

Luke and Kieran: Yeaaaah!

Sylus, behind them: What are you guys doing here..?

Everybody faces Sylus

MC: You! We're here to save you!

Sylus: You were- you were gonna save me?

Luke: It was a really good plan too..

Kieran: We had bombs and everything..