Before It Becomes Love - Part 5
You asked for him like it could turn into something softer if you named it clearly enough and held onto it hard enough.Sylus lets you, quietly watching as you mistook his attention for permission to rewrite what he had never defined in the first place.
Pairing: Sylus x Reader (implied Non MC)
Genre: Boss x Assistant, Dark Romance, Slow Burn, Psychological Manipulation, Obsessive Dynamics, Power Imbalance Romance & Emotional Tension, Suggestive Themes & Ending not yet decided
Word count: Around 3k
Note: Next updates will be slow, please bear with me 🥺
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Next Morning
Sylus woke up to the fluttering of feathers brushing against his ear and a small weight settling on his chest. He slowly pushed himself upright against the headboard, one hand rising to massage his temple as pale morning light cut through his half-open eyes.
“Ugh—”
He shut his eyes again immediately, fingers pressing harder into his temples. A faint whiff of alcohol hit him next, dull and sour.
His gaze drifted toward the nightstand. An empty bourbon bottle stood there. His glass beside it still held remnants of amber liquid, dried at the rim. He exhaled sharply. That explained the headache.
He barely remembered taking the bottle from his alcohol cabinet, bringing it beside the bed, and drinking until everything blurred after sending that voicemail to you.
After that… nothing was clear.
Just fragments.
Noise.
Then black.
He didn’t even remember falling asleep.
A small caw pulled him out of it. Only then did he register the weight on his chest properly. Mephisto was lying there in a loafed position, head tilted slightly, watching him with small, beady red eyes. Sylus raised a hand and gently patted the crown of its head.
“Mrn’ing Mephie…”
Mephisto fluffed its wings slightly and settled deeper into him, as if refusing to move. The pressure on Sylus’s chest eased his headache a little. He huffed under his breath.
“Now that your morning partner, y/n is gone...You remember your real owner.”
Mephisto answered with a soft caw. Since you had arrived at the base, the crow had grown unusually attached to you, always lingering nearby whenever it wasn’t needed elsewhere.
Which meant now, with you gone, it had simply returned to him. Sylus clicked his tongue softly and reached for his phone on the mattress.
He already expected nothing. And he was right.
No messages.
No calls.
He opened your chat anyway. The screen lit up too brightly, forcing him to squint. Then he saw it. Double blue ticks under his voice message.
You had listened.
And you had not replied.
Something in his jaw tightened before he could stop it. The silence shouldn’t have mattered. It did anyway. He glanced down at Mephisto again.
“Well…sorry to disappoint. She did not reply.”
He opened the camera, angled it toward the crow, and took a photo. Sent it immediately.
Dove Picture
Mephie woke me up today… t’was annoying. Ig he missed his morning partner & the usual routine. Sent.
A pause.
He added another message.
Did you get your neck looked at? Sent.
Sylus stared at the screen a little longer than necessary.
Then another notification appeared.
MC.
His expression darkened almost instantly. She was asking to come back. Saying everything yesterday had been a misunderstanding. A slow irritation built in his chest. For once, he didn’t respond.
He locked the phone and tossed it back onto the bed.
MC could wait.
Something else mattered more right now. He exhaled through his nose.
“Time to start the day Mephisto.”
The crow tilted its head.
“If she comes back…you’ll get to resume your morning routine. For now, shoo and go bother someone else.”
Mephisto stared at him for a second longer and then flew off.
Silence returned.
Sylus moved through his morning routine in quiet detachment.
Shower.
Steam.
Cold reflection.
When he stood in front of the mirror, he wiped a patch of fog away with his palm. His reflection looked off. Not disheveled in the usual sense. Just… heavier.
Dark circles shadowed his eyes.
Fatigue sat beneath his skin like something permanent.
His hand rose tracing the love bites you had left, they were already starting to dull in color.
Your bite mark had started to fade.
Barely there now.
“…Tch.”
He turned away. Dressed and left the room.
He headed downstairs.
The base felt wrong.
Too quiet.
Too still.
Usually, the twins would be waiting, half-loud, half-annoying, already preparing breakfast.
He frowned slightly.
“Luke…Kieran.”
No answer. He was about to make his way to the kitchen, when he heard noises from their room, he marched over and swung the door open.
He stepped inside.
And stopped.
The room was a mess.
Suitcases open.
Clothes scattered.
Items spilled everywhere.
And then he saw it.
Your belongings.
Stacked.
Packed.
Sorted.
Deliberately.
His gaze sharpened.
“What’s going on here?”
Luke muttered something under his breath.
“Louder.”
Sylus’s voice cracked through the room. Both twins stiffened.
“Y/N… texted us. She wants some of her things.”
Silence.
“For what?”
Luke hesitated.
“Said she’ll be staying away for some time…”
“Staying where?”
Kieran answered this time, quieter.
“Told us not to tell you. We wanna respect her choice.”
A sharp scoff left Sylus.
“Respect her choice?”
His tone dropped.
“Must I remind you both who you work for? It’s not her—“
“She’s our friend.”
The interruption landed harder than expected.
“And you’ve hurt her, bossman.”
Silence stretched.
Kieran’s voice softened slightly.
“We know who we work for. We respect you. We respect the hierarchy…”
A pause.
“But what you did…spilling her blood...was too much”
The room went still.
Sylus looked at them for a long moment. Then at your belongings again. Then turned. And walked out.
The door closed behind him—final, not violent.
He didn’t slow down. Didn’t think. He reached his office and shoved the door open harder than necessary. It slammed shut behind him.
Blazer off.
Phone in hand.
He opened your chat immediately. Unread. No response. His thumb pressed call.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
No answer.
Again.
Nothing.
Again.
Nothing.
Again.
Nothing.
Again.
Nothing.
Again.
Nothing.
By the tenth attempt, something inside him snapped. He pulled the phone away. For a moment, he just stared at it. Then threw it. It shattered violently against the wall.
Fragments scattered across the floor.
Silence filled the room.
A broken screen fragment spun once before stopping completely. The call had never connected.
Sylus stood still.
His hand drifted to his neck. Fingers pressing the fading mark you left behind.
His right eye darkened—
A faint crimson glow flickering beneath the surface.
Meanwhile
You felt someone shaking you.
Hard.
“Yo y/n, wake the fuck up.”
You groaned and buried your face deeper into the pillow.
“Y/N, get up. Your phone’s been ringing nonstop. Pick it up or turn it off!”
Another shake. Then a kick to your side.
“The fuck’s wrong with you—“
“Get up, you little shit. It won’t stop ringing. I’m tryna sleep.”
Nursing your side. You sat up slowly, glaring at your roommate.
Gideon.
Your phone lit up
Twin 1 🤪 2 messages
Sy 🐦⬛ 3 messages 10 Missed calls
You stared.
Your phone also still held his voicemail.
You had already listened to it once.
That had been enough.
You didn’t open it again.
You ignored it.
The hurt still sat in your chest. You only replied to Luke to confirm the meeting time for your bags.
“Was it your boss?”
You hummed.
“And?”
Gideon was watching you now.
“Is that thing of yours still going on with him?”
You threw your phone aside.
“I guess.”
A pause.
“I don’t even know anymore.”
“Even after what happened yesterday?”
Your hand drifted to the bandage on your neck. You threw a pillow at him.
“Weren’t you supposed to sleep? Why so many questions?”
He caught it.
“Now answer.”
“Answer what?”
Gideon finally had enough. He hauled himself out of bed, marched over to yours, and dropped his entire weight right on top of you.
“Ugh—Get off me Gid.”
“No.”
You tried to push him off, but he remained absolute deadweight. You huffed and dropped your arms in defeat. Gideon chuckled victoriously, shifting to lean comfortably against your side.
“Do you still love him?”
Silence.
Your answer was in your pause. Gideon exhaled. You touched the bandage and sighed. He saw that and exhaled loudly.
“Your obsession with him will kill you one day.”
You turned around and faced him, waiting for him to continue.
“He showed you that you don’t mean anything to him. He hurt you because of his lover—”
“Not confirmed yet.”
Gideon stared at you.
“You’re so fucked up in the head y/n. A man almost kills you because you were about to swat his lady, and you still say ‘not confirmed’? You’re too far gone.”
“Maybe…”
He pushed your shoulder.
“Get some fucking help.”
Then, quieter,
“I’ve seen you make reckless choices before, y/n.”
“But never like this.”
He glanced at your neck.
“He didn’t see you as anything more than temporary.”
Your chest tightened.
“He allowed me to—”
“Hickeys.”
Silence.
“Didn’t he cover them up?”
That silence answered everything.
Gideon sighed.
"I know he saved you—he saved all of us. But old habits don't die, y/n. You thought you left that life behind, but the second he spoke to her, he reduced you right back to a slut. And didn’t the fight happen because of those damn hickeys?"
That silence answered everything.
Gideon sighed.
“This isn’t love you’re chasing.”
A pause.
“It’s destruction.”
Your voice broke slightly.
“So I’ll never be loved? Is that what you mean?”
Gideon softened, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before getting off the bed.
“You can be loved...just not by him.”
The room went quiet.
“He’s not meant for you.”
You stared at the ceiling. The weight in your chest deepened.
"From now on, treat him just like a boss. Do your job and don’t expect a single thing in return."
You heard Gideon dressing up and then he pulled the blankets off you, forcing you to face the day.
“Now fix yourself. I have a brunch with a lovely lady.”
A light tap on your stomach.
“She said you can come.”
Then he left.
Silence.
Your phone lay beside you.
Locked.
Still.
But even after everything Gideon said… Your eyes kept drifting back to it.
Waiting.
Hoping.
Somewhere far away, in an office, Sylus sat surrounded by silence. A broken phone on the floor.
A call that never connected.
And a name he couldn’t reach anymore.
And we're done 😇 Lemme know what y'all think.
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