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You respond with a laugh, your eyes following around the penthouse to find where Sylus is. Most of the time, he would be at the door waiting on you like a lost puppy, though he would never admit it. 

“Speaking of boss man,” you look over to Luke, suddenly seeing another head poking out from behind his shoulder. “Where is he?” 

Kieran waves to you, his chipper steps making you think that he’s smiling really wide behind his mask. He walks to Luke’s side, leaning against his twin with crossed arms. “Wouldn’t you like to know…” There’s a hint of tease in his voice, and a chuckle follows. “He’s in the record room.” 

With a nod of thanks, you accept their offer for fistbumps, your head shaking as you make your way to the record room. 

The soft melody of a slow song seeps through the closed door, and your cheeks burn as you remember this is one of the first songs you listened to when you visited him for the first time. When you saw it, he said he didn’t have much need to play them, only when he felt the overwhelming urge. 

Perhaps today is one of those days. 

Your hand pushes the door open slightly, catching sight of Sylus in a black button-up and a red velvet suit jacket. Only by seeing his back do you trace your eyes down to his still finely pressed and jet black slacks, as well as his polished dress shoes. He’s just standing there, letting the music wash over him as if he were some critic listening to someone’s newest piece.

“Would you like to take a picture, sweetie?” His voice comes from his turned figure, and you can hear the smile on his face. 

It isn’t uncommon for him to know you are in his presence without ever seeing or hearing you. Maybe he is just that intuitive.

“You always know when I’m close, don’t you?” Fully stepping into the room, he turns to face you. 

His eyes immediately soften, taking in your outfit. They rake down your body, not an inch of you left untouched by his gaze. 

“Of course.” Sylus holds out a hand, an eyebrow raised in silent question. He has always seemed so attuned to you despite having only dated for less than a year. Like your souls have always found each other. 

Taking his hand, you allow him to pull you closer, goosebumps rising on your skin when he brushes fingertips along the small of your back. Your shirt easily gives way to his hand, and you’re even more vulnerable under his crimson gaze.

Your perfume wafts around him, and the scent relaxes him. He takes a breath, seemingly lost in it, and your heart clenches as he buries his face in your shoulder. 

Weird.

The way his lips trail up to your ear, or even the light touch across your body that is cautious yet warning… It makes something inside you stir. 

The feeling is gone right as his hands settle on your waist. 

With the music playing in the background, Sylus hums along. There’s a smirk on his lips when he pulls back to look into your eyes. In the hue is the same woman he’s always loved, since the beginning of time. 

“I quite like you in one of your casual outfits.” His cheeks color pink when you rest your hands on his shoulders. “Or your Hunter’s outfit… How scandalous would it be for the big bad boss of Onychinus to be seen with a certain Miss Hunter?” 

The tone of his voice gives off the tease, and you chuckle. “If I wore my Hunter’s outfit here, I would be swarmed with criminals ready to kidnap me for ransom from the Association.” 

You don’t know how you ended up swaying to the rhythm. 

As the next song plays, it feels like a school dance, but there is no hint of awkwardness. It's almost like you’ve been doing this for eons; the way your bodies move so in sync. Around and around the room, he guides you, yet not with the urgency of anything important. Right now, all that matters is you.

“They wouldn’t have to deal with the Association.” He mumbles, slightly shaking his head as he looks down at you. “They would have to deal with me first. No one hurts the one I love.” 

The deep timbre of his voice sends a shiver down your spine. For a few moments, nothing but the soft melody of the song rings through the room. His movements are smooth, as if he wishes to show you around the world with such grace and poise as he shows now. 

“How do you know that you’ll get to me first?” His hands are warm, settling just on the curve of your waist. It’s not invasive, but rather a gentle reminder that he’s there and won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

Sylus laughs, a genuine laugh, while he tugs you just a bit closer. A few strands of his white hair fall across his forehead as he dips his head low. “You underestimate my abilities, kitten.” His breath fans across your face, and he stares at you with soft eyes. “I know everything that goes on in the N109 Zone… Plus, Mephisto would have been able to track them wherever they were, and I would have handled them easily.” 

The serious tone of his voice sends a shiver through you. He seems so determined, so steadfast in protecting you. “Though I know you could take them as well.” He mumbles, his thumb gliding across your hip bone. “You’re so strong. You wouldn’t need me.” 

“You could return to my penthouse just in time for our planned dinner.” His expression is full of mirth. “Home before I could finish setting the table.” 

Rolling your eyes, your hand drifts to cup his jaw. He knows you can handle yourself, that you are a skilled fighter, and that you can weasel your way out of any situation… But he also wants you to know that he will be by your side in a heartbeat to ensure everything is okay. 

The simple melody flows through you, and there is something tinged in it… You can’t place your finger on it, but the slow organ that drones on in the background is unmistakable. 

Sylus twirls you around, letting you turn yourself before bringing you flush against him again. Your laughter fans out across his chest, the open neckline flashing his honey-toned skin. 

“Did you invite me here just to dance?” You ask, your palms right above his collarbones as he kisses your forehead. 

A memory… It’s something you don’t remember, but you do. 

He’s kissed your forehead before. Surely he has. But the image in your head is garbled. It’s like puzzle pieces that float around. 

Horns. 

A tail. 

The visions are confusing, like they happened, but you also don’t fully connect them. Something about Sylus… You and Sylus… But your memories only go back not long, when you met in the N109 Zone and everything changed.

There’s a field of flowers.

But you’ve never gone to a field of flowers with Sylus.

It seems like your déjà vu lasts a few minutes, but in reality, only a second later, Sylus pulls his lips away. He looks down at you, almost like he is expecting something to come from your slightly open mouth. But you don’t. 

“Not at all,” he hums along to the music, his breath hitting your forehead and brushing some of your hair away. “I’ll be cooking for tonight, just the food you like.” His whisper is deep, intimate, even. It’s like he’s trying to coax something out, but not pushing or prying. 

“Spicy hot pot with your signature sauce?” The weird feeling flies out the window at the mention of food. It’s like your attention has been stolen, and the fleeting memory that both does and doesn’t feel like your own stops in its tracks. 

“Mhm.” He nods. “No work phone, no calls. Just us, a nice dinner, and a fireplace to warm you up from your ride here.” 

Then, in one swift motion, he sweeps you off your feet, both figuratively and literally. The stiff muscles in his chest flex as he carries you bridal style out of the record room. A song starts just as he sits you down onto the stool, and with the soft ambiance of the record playing in the background, you admire the wide expanse of his shoulders as he starts cooking one of your favorite dishes by him. 

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The second time it happens, it’s in the dark hours of the morning. 

The sun has yet to peek its way out from behind the horizon, and already your alarm clock is blaring in your ear. 

“Not yet.” You mumble, turning around and burying your face in Sylus’ bicep. 

You can feel his chuckle, his hand coming up to run through your hair. He massages your scalp for a moment, staring down at you as he watches you struggle to open your half-lidded eyes. 

“You said that ten minutes ago.” His reminder only pulls a groan from your lips, but you know he’s right. “If you go now, the work day will be over before you know it.” 

As you hear the encouragement, you finally sit up. One of Sylus’ button-up shirts sits on your shoulders, draping down to brush the tops of your knees when you roll out of bed. 

It’s almost infuriating how attractive he looks right now. 

His back rests against your headboard, the covers sitting right under his navel to give you a peek at the waistband of his sweatpants and the small trail of hair leading under the blanket. With nothing on his top half, the deep lines of his abs are lit up by the moon, and you’re reminded of the strength he embodies and the gentleness that he shows to only you.

A pair of glasses sits perched on the end of his nose, and he stares at a laptop. The screen isn’t too bright—just enough to wake you up while you were deep in slumber—but he could still read the articles. On it were a few articles about Protocores and two reviews of a new restaurant in Linkon.

His research continued as you showered and did your morning routine. His attention was piqued when you walked back into your bedroom; a fluffy robe was the only thing on your person. 

A few plushies sit at the end of your bed, right where your uniform of the day contrasts against the purple of your blanket. They stare at you, watching you move closer to pick up the hanger. 

“Was the shower nice?” He asks, his eyes fixated on how your skin glistens with water and the light sheen of the lotion you applied. 

“It would have been better with you in it, " you tease, scrunching your hair up to dry it off even more. After it is sufficiently dry and almost ready to be finished, you tug at the belt of your robe. 

Sylus chuckles, but the noise is cut off when your body is exposed to him. “I’ll remember that next time.” He whispers, watching with intensity as you put on your undergarments. 

Standing at the end of your bed, your hands sit on your hips. “What are you looking at?” The screen illuminates his face, and curiosity gets the better of you. If it’s a surprise, he’ll definitely let you know that it’s classified information and save it for the day he eventually stuns you with a new piece of jewelry for your collection or a gun to build.

“Some new Protocores for auction.” He shrugs, his eyes flickering up to yours before focusing on the curve of your hip and the breathtaking view that only he gets to have. “And a new restaurant is opening up soon. Maybe I’ll pick you up from work and surprise you with reservations when available to the public.” 

“And risk them knowing I’m housing their most wanted criminal?” You hate calling Sylus a criminal. Yes, he’s done things that validate his wanted status, but he hasn’t done anything to garner the label of pure evil, as some Association members have granted to him. 

Sylus shrugs. He appears to people in different forms, only showing his true self to you. In fact, no one truly knows his face. It’s just the name that he’s associated with… The name that he’s so viciously wanted by. 

“You would be labeled a traitor.” He mumbles, almost like he’s remembering something. “And I would continue to be hunted for my reputation.” 

It sounds familiar. 

Even the way he lounges back, almost like he’s taking in the sights before him… It strikes something in you. Something like that night of dancing when he kissed your forehead. 

“Yeah.” You nod, unable to say anything else as you slip on your uniform. When you’re finished, you look back at Sylus. 

It strikes again. 

“We would need a getaway,” Sylus speaks softly, and it’s the first time you’ve heard him use this tone of voice. Like he is remembering. “Some sanctuary for just the two of us. Maybe a cave, or an alcove in the mountains at the edge of Linkon.” 

Mountain.

Your chest feels heavy, and a raised eyebrow meets your eyes. It’s like he’s waiting, his fingers paused on the keys of his laptop. Every ounce of his attention is on you, and just as you open your mouth to speak, a sudden wave of emotion rushes over you. 

There’s something there.

Something just like that night. 

It itches at the back of your brain, tingles in your arms in a sickening twist like a god up above is laughing at you. 

But it doesn’t go anywhere. 

It’s frustrating; this feeling of déjà vu has reappeared after an incident. 

Something about a mountain… A mountain and Sylus. It’s right there, edging in your periphery like a child playing hide and seek. Just as you get closer, it cuts off your thoughts, forcing you to sigh and accept that whatever you need to think of or remember is not coming so easily. 

“At least we’ll have each other.” You mumble, a shy smile on your lips as you try to shake the feeling. 

A part of you doesn’t want to bring it up, because just the thought of a mountain, of a kiss on the forehead, brings a wretched pain in your chest. Maybe you don’t want to bring it up. Not yet. 

“Of course. I’ll only leave when you cast me away.” He’s back to his normal teasing tone, his laptop closing with a soft click as the sun paints the sky a soft orange. 

“I would never.” Your hand rests on your chest, acting like you're offended at just the implication. But it’s a way to divert from the déjà vu, to stop thinking about whatever thoughts and memories that want to surface but can’t. “How dare you imply that?”

You both share a chuckle, and your feet bring you over to the side of the bed he’s sitting on. A hand threads through Sylus’ white locks, feeling the soft strands and relishing in the moment's intimacy. 

“You should get some sleep.” Sylus’ fingers trace the edge of your Hunter’s jacket. “Go ahead and use my bed. You know the code to lock the door.” 

Sylus looks up at you, a gentle tug on your shirt bringing you down to connect your lips. It’s a soft kiss, one of parting and goodbyes. It says "see you later" while whispering a silent "I love you" against the seam of your mouth. 

When you pull away, it’s only enough to brush your nose against his. 

“Thank you.” He smiles, looking down at your plushies. “At least I’ll have company while you’re at work.” 

You laugh, nails scratching at his scalp as you kiss him again, and again, and one final time. His warmth is unmatched, and you wish you could bury yourself in his arms for the rest of the day. 

“They’ll be keeping an eye on you.” You whisper. “Making sure you behave-” Another kiss to his lips. “And get some rest.” 

He always wanted to be with you at night, and while it was nice to fall asleep in his arms, it ended up with a jumble of sleep schedules. It meant that whenever he spent the night, he wouldn’t be able to sleep very well the previous day in the N109 Zone. 

“As you wish, beautiful.” Sylus quirks an eyebrow, taking his glasses off and setting them on the nightstand. A clock sits there, indicating the impending sunrise and the start of your day. 

“Text me when you get back to the N109 Zone.” He can fight. Hell, he’s the strongest man you know, with or without his Evol, but the worry of something happening to him still lingers in your head as you stand up. 

While you straighten out your uniform, Sylus shifts under the blanket. It’s soft, with a gentle caress of fluff as he settles underneath. Your scent, the smell of your shampoo and your perfume, as well as the vase of hibiscus flowers he gifted to you just a few days ago. It all makes up who you are, and Sylus can spend eternity just basking in your presence.

“What if I want to stay here until you get off work?” He asks, his voice betraying a bit of a pout. Sylus is never one to sulk, but the image of him moving down to bury his large body under your covers is quite the sight. 

Chuckling, you lean down to kiss him again, this gentle and freeing one. “Be my guest.” You mumble against his lips. After one more peck, you pat your pocket to make sure you have your work phone. “It’s nice to see the apartment slowly start to have pieces of you in it, and even better when I can come home to my giant boyfriend waiting on me.” 

Just as you’re about to walk out of your bedroom door, Sylus says something, and he has the same melancholic tone to his voice. 

“I’ll always wait on you, sweetie.” 

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The third time it happens, it’s during the picnic for his birthday. 

“So not even Luke and Kieran know your actual birthday?” You walk with him through the trees, seeing the maple leaves floating in the breeze. It’s quite a serene sight, and the wind is calm on the bare skin of your calves. 

“They insist on celebrating it every day of April,” Sylus says, his fingers intertwined with yours as he lets you guide him to where you want to go. You’re determined, knowing precisely the right place to bring him to. 

Your hum echoes through the forest, and eventually, you end up at the sight. It’s beautiful, and it goes beyond words when you see the glimmer in Sylus’ eye. He’s happy. Really and truly happy.

“At least you had them to celebrate, even if they didn’t know the exact date.” You pull him forward, eyes switching between his and the cake. 

He takes in the sights. The beautiful scenery is nothing compared to how beautiful you look in the sunlight. It’s not high in the sky, the remnants of the day waving goodbye to make way for the moon, but the bright rays still reflect on your hair. 

“But nothing will compare to celebrating it with you.” Sylus drops your hand when you pick up the cake. It’s something you made with love, and the warmth in his crimson eyes when he stares down at you is enough to be worth a million birthdays. 

“You know, I’m glad you agreed to go on this date with me for your birthday.” You start, looking down at the cream cheese frosting. “Every facet of you is what makes up who you are. You’re strong, and resilient, and handsome.” He chuckles, his cheekbones dusting pink. “But my Sylus, the Sylus I love, is a part of you that only I get to see. Maybe that makes me selfish, but I can’t help it.” 

Sylus leans down, blowing out the single candle on it before taking it from your hands. It sits on the table, and before you can say anything else, he’s sweeping you up in his arms and pulling you down into the grass. 

“You’re allowed to be selfish, beautiful.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, turning on his side to get a good look at how your face shines in the sun. “Your greed is warranted, because I feel it too.” 

A warm palm cups your cheek, holding you with a reverence that you’ve felt from Sylus before, but not with this intensity. “I feel greedy because the one person that makes me vulnerable is the only one I can show my true self to.” He whispers, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. “And sometimes, I want her all to myself.” 

“But,” he raises an eyebrow, “she is just as strong as I, and just as resilient. Sometimes I think she doesn’t need me because of how amazing she is.” His thumb strokes your cheekbone, and you lean into his touch. 

You’re in such close proximity that you rest your hand on his chest, right between the valley of his pecs. The rapid beating of his heart hits your palm, and you smile. “She will always want you, and I think that’s more important than needing someone.” 

Sylus’ heart melts, his face softening even further into one of pure adoration and unbridled love for you. “I will always want her, as well.” He leans in closer, slotting your lips together into an intimate kiss that steals the breath from our lungs in one short exhale.

Under the shade of a maple tree, you enjoy the sweet taste of his tongue as it mingles with yours. There’s no undercurrent of expectation, but rather, the reminder that he will pour his everything into this, into you. The thought brings a wave of comfort, knowing that your own feelings aren’t taken for granted. 

The languid kiss transports you to another world. One where you don’t have to worry about Sylus’ intimidating demeanor or the business that he deals with on the daily basis. It’s a world where you can be free under no other expectations but the ones that you set for your relationship. 

A cave, perhaps one like he mentioned before. 

When you pull away, you spot a maple leaf on his jacket. As you reach out to grab it, red and black tendrils wrap around it, making it float up in the air for a few seconds and rest just where your hand once was. Right in the middle of his chest. 

Your giggle raises goosebumps on his biceps, and he responds with a breathy chuckle. It’s like playing with a lion cub, one just as ferocious as the adult lions. 

Just as you can capture it, he flicks it away to the other side of him, teasing you even further when it floats right out of your reach. 

Sitting up, you crawl into his lap, thighs bracketing either side of his hips as you reach once more, only for it to go back to his original spot on the side of his jacket. When you look at him, there’s an amused expression on his face, and his eyes shimmer with glee. 

“You just did this, so I’ll sit in your lap.” You flatten your palms on his abdomen. Staring down at him, his fingers dance along the outside of your thighs. “Sneaky, sneaky Sylus.” 

Soft pats echo on the hardened plane of his stomach, and you laugh at the twitch in his muscles from the unexpected attack. “Oh, the kitten has launched an attack of her own, then?” He muses, his eyes fixated on the playful smile you bear to him. 

“Mhm,” you nod, continuing the playful pitter patter on his abdomen. Another round of laughter, and Sylus reaches up, his palm on the small of your back. 

When he applies just a bit of pressure, you’re falling forward onto his chest. Your hands, that once sat on his abdomen, now rest just above his collarbones. 

Then it rushes back. 

This has happened before.

This image—sitting on his lap like this, lying in a field—but things were different. You were different, and Sylus was different. 

With your body lying almost fully on top of his, you get another annoying instance of this déjà vu… The moment of remembrance that only comes from sitting in his lap in the middle of this field. 

But there weren’t trees the last time. It was something else… Something. 

The scent of his cologne wafts around you, and a sweet taste tickles your tongue as he kisses you. A lingering syrup taste fills your mouth, and you let yourself melt into his embrace. 

The memory…

There were scales. And horns. 

Everything was different—way more than it is right now. The only thing that you do know is that the same is the pose—sitting in his lap like this, lying down on top of him. 

The faint smell of flowers wafts around you, but it’s too fleeting. You can’t grasp onto the memory even if you tried, and frustration fills you for just a moment. 

“Your Sylus is the only Sylus I wish to be.” He whispers against your lips, diving back in to capture your attention. It seems like he wants to say more, but he settles for a subtle caress of your lower back.

It’s grounding in the midst of the chaos in your mind. This déjà vu feeling has happened three times now, and there must be something vital that you should know… Something you should remember…

But you just can’t. 

Although there is a bit of solace in the warmth that surrounds you, his arms are safe. They’re secure. And they feel a lot like a home you once had. 

“The park will be closing soon.” The realization brings a pout to your lips, but you’re close enough that Sylus just tugs you back down to kiss it off you. “I don’t want the day to end.” 

“All good things come to an end, sweetie.” Sylus brushes your hair off your forehead, cupping your cheek with the most tender touch. “And we can always come back here next year.” 

“And the year after that, and the year after that…” Your smile grows when you think about spending Sylus’ birthday with him, year after year. This is only the first of hopefully many birthdays you get to celebrate. 

“Already planning that far ahead?” He chuckles, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone. It’s like he’s memorizing the feeling of your skin beneath his hand, his eyes following to commit it all to memory. “That’s my girl.” 

Sylus sits up, bringing you with him. “Now let’s go, beautiful.” He stands, and in one sweep, he’s pulling you up until you’re flush against his chest. 

“You just wait here. I’ll clean everything up, and we can head back.” He brushes away a maple leaf that landed in your hair, and you watch with a smile as he starts to gather all of the things you brought for his birthday surprise. 

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The last time it happened was during spring. 

With the castle—Sylus’ recent purchase—looming in the distance, he leads you out to the most beautiful flower patch you’ve seen. A wall of mist obscures a bit of your vision, but as soon as you step through, you’re greeted with an exquisite sight.

It’s full of every type of flower imaginable in all different hues and colors. To some, it would look like a messy rainbow of unsorted colors with no rhyme or reason except to look rather unsightly. But to you, it’s a masterpiece of inhuman proportions, with large mountains off toward the horizon and hills that rise and dip around this clearing. 

“It’s beautiful.” You whisper, holding onto Sylus’ hand and letting him guide you down the small path so you don’t step on any flowers. 

“It is, isn’t it?” His voice is soft, but the deep timbre still sneaks in and settles in your heart. It’s like a balm on your soul; you never know why you feel so at peace with him. 

After only a few more steps, you finally step into the large clearing, which doesn’t become obvious at first. It’s not until he stops in the middle of the large expanse of flowers that you see the enormous dragon skeleton nestled in the corner of the flowers. 

In fact, the bones themselves have flowers of different types decorating it. From the large skull to the vertebrae, and the peak of a tail that is only obvious when you crane your neck to the side. 

“Woah.” Your jaw drops slightly, and goosebumps flicker across your arms and legs. The dress you have on isn’t one of your everyday wardrobes, but it matched with Sylus’ open shirt and the princely appearance he put on, so of course, you were going to match him. 

Sylus remains quiet, letting you take in the sight of it while also resting a warm palm on your lower back to let you know he’s still by your side. He takes in your expression, the way your eyes rake along the bones, and studies the flowers that bloom in patterns like a quilt. His smile, though you don’t see it, is full of melancholy and a hint of relief that he’s found his way back to you. 

You want to say more, but the feeling of his eyes on you pulls you away from the skeleton. For a split second, you think back to the book he had about dragons, and his fascination for the creatures seems more like a project of some sort now.

“Is this why you brought me out here?” You ask, letting him pull you into his arms. His biceps flex under your fingers, and your attention drifts back to him. 

Sylus shakes his head, his gaze flickering from the skeleton to you. “No. I wanted to show you the beautiful flowers, and this just happened to be here.”

It’s unbelievable that this wasn’t the sole focus, but his intentions are sometimes blurred. Sneaky glances and words that seem more important than he makes them appear in the moment… Gestures like the past few times that don’t seem intentional but spark up some semblance of déjà vu… 

Before you can say anything, his laugh echoes through the flowers, and he slowly lowers himself to the ground, pulling you on top of him. It’s reminiscent of his birthday, and the familiar déjà vu peeks around the hidden corners of your mind. 

Words are lost in your throat, but your eyes catch a perfectly blossomed hibiscus flower rooted right by the side of Sylus’ head. The beautiful petals sway in the wind, and as if on instinct, you reach over to pluck it from the ground. 

Sylus follows your hand, watching you pick it from the soil and bring it to the side of his head. The stem sits perfectly behind his ear, taking him off guard. You’re doing everything you did before, and the memories not only rush back to him, but they hit you like a freight train. 

“Sylus.” You whisper, your hand dropping from the flower and cupping his jaw. “Can I ask you something? It might sound wild.” 

He rubs his hands along your sides, looking up at you with a sparkle in his eye. The wind picks up around you, carrying the scent of flowers that is so eerily familiar. You can’t deny it, the déjà vu that slaps you across the face just seeing him lying underneath you like this. 

This déjà vu.

He had horns. He had wings. There were scales on his shoulders, chest, and arms… 

The gem.

“I’m all up for wild.” He puts on a smile, but behind his eyes is the hint of something. Sylus knows you’re remembering, and the beating of his heart thumps hard against his rib cage. 

There was a red gem, right where the chain now sits in the middle of his chest. 

A shaky hand drifts from his jaw to where the gem would be, and an almost imperceptible shiver racks his body. 

“Were we… Is this…” You try to start a sentence, but all you can manage is a weak. “Do you believe that people can be bound to each other?”

“I do,” Sylus whispers, almost too afraid to startle you. 

The memories come back. 

The alcove in the mountain. The hoard of treasure. Getting thrown into the abyss. Left for dead. 

The dragon. 

Sylus. 

“Let’s just say we entered another world when we walked through that mist.” He mumbles, his throat catching just slightly as you stare down at him. The wind hits your face, but your vision is focused on Sylus. Just Sylus. “And if we want to be more specific, it’s a world with dragons.” 

“So you know.” You say.

“And you remember.” He replies, his cheeks dusted pink. 

You remember. 

Him saying that makes everything click into place. Things are still fuzzy, details that you can’t fully connect float around in your consciousness, but you remember Sylus. The dragon who saved you. The dragon whom you taught how to love. 

The dragon that left you.

“So we found each other again.” Your eyes don’t leave Sylus, but the pull of the skeleton looming in the corner of the clearing is there. 

“We did.” Sylus nods, his voice barely audible. 

Then, with a gentle push, Sylus rolls around until you’re the one lying in the flowers. His arms bracket your head, hovering over you like a predator that caught its prey, but he is the prey, caught in the trap that is the mesmerizing glimmer in your eyes. 

Your hand whispers along his chest, tracing the silver chain. “The gem.” 

Sylus shushes you, his own eyes a burning crimson. He looks down at you as if you are the sun, moon, and all his stars. His beginning and his end. His forever and always. “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m okay. I’m here. With you. Forever.” 

A few more inches of space disappear between you, and his nose brushes yours. His breath is deep and labored, like he remembers the events of who knows how long ago. 

“My dragon.” Your voice breaks, and there is pure and unbridled love in the melancholy of the déjà vu. It’s the same love you taught him all those years ago. It mingles with elation, striking up a conversation and merging into an emotion that overcomes the sadness. It’s relief. 

The past is the past, but this right now is your future. 

“Your dragon,” Sylus responds, lowering even further to kiss you. The affection that he learned is mimicked in all his movements, from the palm cupping your cheek to the hand holding your own against his chest. He is here, and he is not going anywhere. 

It’s only after a few seconds of a slow kiss that you crave more. The greed… The same greed you felt manifests back in your heart, but it’s a greed for the man above you. You want him. All of him, and in every lifetime. 

With a tilt of your head and your other hand tangling in the white locks of his hair, you deepen the kiss. You’re the first one to trace the seam of his lips with your tongue, tempting him into something more. 

“So greedy.” He teases, a low groan swallowed by your mouth as he presses almost his entire body on top of yours. 

“Always greedy for you.” You whisper, and he pulls back just enough to look deep into your eyes. 

Your dragon is in there. He’s never left.

When your legs wrap around his waist, Sylus chuckles, his long fingers finding their way to the bare side of your thigh. His touch is needy, but also tentative. He doesn't want to push you too far, especially with this revelation, but if you give him the green light, he will dive in head first. 

“Can we- go back- to the castle?” You ask between breaths, each kiss deeper than the last. 

“Are you sure?” Sylus plants a kiss on your cheek, then one on your temple, then on your forehead. The forehead kiss… It makes your heart both speed up and stutter at the same time.

A nod answers him, but you find the voice in the back of your throat to verbalize it. “Positive.” The skin of his chest is smooth, and you can imagine a warm gem sitting there in the crevice. “I want you. Now.”

“Well,” Sylus stands, pulling you up with him. He is still for a moment, taking in the sight of you amongst the flowers. In the back of his mind, he is already planning another outing here. “Who am I to deny my lady?”

In one sweep, he’s picking you up with one arm, cradling your bottom, and your arms circle his neck to hold yourself there. His other arm swings at his side, as if carrying you was the easiest thing he’s ever done.

Sylus is quiet as he walks back to the castle, so it gives you the time to admire him. The sharp angle of his nose, the honey tone of his skin, the deep red of his eyes that are stuck straight forward. All of it is perfect. It’s all your dragon, minus the obvious horns, tail or scales. 

Your fingers massage the back of his neck, the tension releasing off him in waves. It’s eons of weight that has rested on his shoulders, and with the knowledge of the past now in your mind as well, he can allow himself a second to relax.

“If you keep doing that, you’ll be in for a long night, kitten.” His words are punctuated with a groan, and he fights the urge to close his eyes and just enjoy your touch. 

No, he has to get back to the castle.

The walk is long, especially the climb up all those stairs to a room with a large bed and a beautiful view of the landscape. 

But you're not paying attention to all of that.

The first thing you do when he steps through the threshold is attach your lips to his neck. Open-mouthed kisses travel in a trail up to his pulse point, and Sylus’ arm under you shifts to part your thighs and wrap them around his waist. 

With you clinging to him like a spider monkey, he cups your bottom, kneading the flesh of your ass in complete indulgence.

“Sylus.” You whimper, the poke of his erection straining the front of his slacks. “Bed, please.”

Your broken sentence is met with his lips crashing to yours. It's intense, but the slow intimacy of the moment creeps in with the way he climbs onto the bed, allowing your back to rest comfortably on the mattress.

“I love you.” He mumbles against your lips, and although he’s said it before, there’s something about right now, the disheveled hair and the wild gaze in his eyes, that means more than it ever has.

“I love you, too.” You whisper back, cupping his jaw and caressing his cheekbone with a touch dripping in reverence. “My dragon.”

Sylus bites his lip, his hips finding yours in a slow grind through the layers of clothing. He’s hungry and insatiable, but wants to savor the moment. 

His hands slide up your thighs, under your dress, and touch the warm flesh of your hips. The fabric pools on your stomach, exposing the pretty lingerie that you wore. But while Sylus admires how beautiful you look, your fingers go from his jaw, down his neck, down his chest to toy with the button of his shirt. There isn’t much separating you from the garment being off, so it only takes a soft pop to push it off his shoulders. 

“You had scales.” You mumble, your hands moving across the broad expanse of his shoulders, thinking about the harsh plates that once sat on his skin. Even back then, you didn’t regard him as a monster, but as something so intrinsically beautiful that you couldn’t fully comprehend it until you remembered. 

“I did.” He whispers against your skin, trailing kisses down your neck and chest. After a second, in which he gets the nod from you to fully remove the dress, he lets you sit up just enough to tug the outfit off, discarding it to the side of the bed where his shirt sat.

As he dips his head down, kissing between the valley of your breasts, your fingers thread through his hair, remembering feeling something else besides the silky white strands. “And horns.” You close your eyes, the heat of his lips over your clothed nipple bringing a shiver to your spine.

“I did.” Sylus repeats, his hands stroking your sides before dipping behind you to unclasp your bra expertly. He sits up enough for you to let it trail down your arms and join the pile of clothes that is steadily growing. 

His lips wrap around one of your nipples, the tip of his tongue flicking the sensitive nub while he kneads the soft flesh of both your breasts in his palm.

“Sy-lus.” You whimper, head falling back against the satin pillowcase as he laps and laves at the skin. 

Sylus’ touch is reverent, like he’s taking his time worshipping all you were and all you will be. The days of his dragon form are long gone, as are yours, and in the present, you are the most crucial thing in his life. 

“My beautiful girl.” The words spill out as more of a growl than anything, his hands staying on your breasts while his lips move down your stomach. His teeth tug at the waistband of your panties, and he watches you through his eyelashes as you hold onto his hair like it’s your last resort. 

You arch your back into his lips, wanting all of him. He’s all encompassing, and you need him to fill every fibre of your being. With souls bound together like yours, there’s a deep-seated need to be with him. Except you fell in love with him even though you didn’t know about this. 

Your soul knew his, and without the memory of the past, you still loved him like you did so long ago. 

His large hands tug off your panties, and he keeps eye contact as he kisses along the insides of your thighs. Greed fills him, but watching you squirm just a bit is more satisfying. The hand in his hair tugs harder, but he just responds with a chuckle and a tightening grip on your thigh. 

“Patience, beautiful.” He breathes, both of his hands holding your thighs that both fall open and clench around his head in two separate movements. “I’ll give you what you want… Just let me love you.” 

The whispered plea makes you pause. The harsh stare you give him burns holes into the top of his head, watching him make a slick mess of your thighs and only send a rush of arousal to your already soaked folds. 

Sylus takes a breath in, your scent filling his nose, and his hips involuntarily grind into the mattress. His eyes stay locked onto yours, and when he finally reaches where you want him, he takes a second to admire the sight of your parted lips and perky nipples. A haze of mist covers your eyes, half desire and half pure adoration. 

The whimpered plea is lost on your tongue, just the heaving breath that you need to survive filling your lungs over and over. 

“I know, sweetie.” He sighs, his nose nuzzling into the side of your thigh. “I’ll give you what you want.” 

His tongue darts out, licking a long stripe from your entrance to the throbbing nub of your clit. Spit adds to the already sopping folds of your pussy, and it’s even more obscene when his thumbs spread you even further. 

The first time his eyes leave yours, it’s to admire the sight in front of him. The throbbing bundle of nerves sitting above your fluttering hole. It’s a physical manifestation of your desires, and while his greed still makes a home in his heart, the need to give to you outweighs everything he’s ever known. 

Like your breast, he wraps his lips around your clit, and your muscles tense with unbridled pleasure that shoots through your veins when he gives a harsh suck. At your simple moan, he smirks against your pussy, knowing exactly how to get you twitching. 

One arm wraps around your waist, holding you in place as he laps at the bundle of nerves. His tongue is long, able to reach the entrance of your pussy while he messily makes out with your clit. 

He’s feral, like a beast getting a taste of his favorite meal. 

“Sy- oh my- fu-ck,” your mouth falls open as waves of white hot pleasure run through you. Each sloppy kiss pauses your heart but speeds it up all in the same beat, and the hand that isn’t around your waist reaches up to hold your hand. 

It’s an innocent gesture, the way his fingers thread through yours and his warm palm is flat against your skin, but he doesn’t miss the twitch in your wrist when his tongue dips past the ring of your pussy. The fantastic feeling only heightens when you see how much he enjoys it. 

His hips meet the mattress with each strangled whimper that you let out. It’s not enough to bring him to completion, but it's perfect to tempt his body closer and closer while edging himself with a masochistic pleasure. 

Your climax is already fast approaching, and the overwhelming emotions of the revelation don’t help the desire that ebbs and flows with each subtle touch. Sylus knows your body, but your soul knows his. 

Sucking in a deep breath, your nails lightly scratch at his scalp, and your other hand tightens the grip on his. With each rapid pump of your heart, your blood rushes around you, adding to the heated touch of your skin and the sheen of sweat that glistens there. “I’m- Sylus- I…” You gasp out, unable to warn him of anything more. 

“Mhm…” He nods, his tongue delving deeper inside you while the tip of his nose stimulates your aching clit. The sharp point digs into the bundle of nerves, tightening the coil in your stomach with each tilt of his head and low grunt that leaves his very busy lips. 

When Sylus closes his eyes, your body explodes in a white hot explosion. The way he is getting so much satisfaction from this, his thumb brushing along the side of your hand while he lets you grind against his face… It’s so hot; even in the depths of the waves that rush over your head, you can stutter out a high-pitched. “Sylus.” 

His name sounds the prettiest coming from your lips. 

“Good girl.” He whispers, placing one last innocent kiss to your clit before working his way back up your body. 

Your hips twitch, nerve endings on edge with each touch of his fingers along the sides of your torso. Sylus’ lips make a trail, allowing you the minutes to enjoy the pleasure that washes over you while also admiring the beautiful furrow in your brow and the whining moans of his name that fall from your lips over and over. 

“Let it out, beautiful.” He kisses the side of your neck, his hands making quick work of his pants and underwear while keeping his lips right next to your ear. “You’re so - ha - good for me.” 

The scent is back when he buries his face into the crook of your neck. It’s the faint smell of flowers, and in the depths of your pleasure, you know it isn’t his cologne or your perfume. It isn’t the lingering remnants of the flower patch you were just lying in. 

It’s Sylus’ soul. 

His soul, that smells of the prettiest of flowers and blooms only with you.

“More.” You whimper, your hands gripping at his shoulders as he nips at your pulse point. All of him. Every single bit. You want it.

“As you wish.” He sighs, one hand threading his fingers through yours once again, pressing the joined union into the mattress beside your head. His other hand grips the base of his cock, dragging his tip between your already sensitive folds in a teasing manner, though it doesn’t last long. 

“Sy-”

You’re cut off by one of his chuckles and the slow push of his cock inch by inch inside you. He’s thick, with the length to match, so he gives you ample time to adjust to him. 

“So good.” He whispers, kissing your shoulder before pulling back to look into your eyes. “Look at me, beautiful.” 

The command falls on deaf ears, and the overstimulation and just how good he feels make it hard to concentrate on anything else. It isn’t until his hand cups your chin, holding you still, that you meet his gaze. 

There’s an undeniable softness in his eyes as he stares down at you, your hair splaying out over the pillow and back arching into him. Your expression is full of many things. Desire, adoration, pleasure, greed. But above all else, there’s a love that you hold only for Sylus, only for your dragon. 

“I love you.” You whimper when his pelvis meets yours. He fills up every inch of you, grinding right against your G-spot with each slow roll of his hips. 

He knows exactly how to move, his thumb brushing your soft bottom lip while listening to each and every gasp and moan you let out. 

“I love you even more, sweetie.” His lips find the plane of your forehead, and even through the salty taste of sweat, he relishes in the warmth of your skin. 

The first time he completely pulls out, you whine from the loss. You’re answered by an immediate thrust forward, and he fills you to the brim in a way that satisfies you repeatedly. 

Each thrust pushes a whimper from your lips, and it’s impossible to speak actual words when he sets a torturously slow pace that steals the breath from your lungs. Every thought in your head is of him. Some of it is the past, but the majority is the future, and how excited you are to spend it with him. 

Sylus doesn’t speed up his pace, keeping it slow and deep. When he sits flush against you, the head of his cock twitches against your sensitive spot, and it causes your hips to buck and grind in search of more. 

But for once, he’s not feeding into your greed. 

He’s keeping it at an intense intimacy that speeds up the beating of your heart while also making it skip a few beats. It’s the deep crimson of his eyes that hypnotizes you in seconds, lulling you deeper and deeper with him into the abyss. 

“You feel s-o good,” Sylus groans against your lips, his sweat-slicked skin glistening in the sun that streamed through the curtains. “All f-or me.” 

All you can do is nod and tighten your legs around his waist. With his chest pressing against yours, the coil that previously snapped is winding up again, but this time it’s with an increased ferocity.

You’re both chasing your pleasure, but not sacrificing the intense love and worship that you feel for each other. The grip you have on his hand tightens, the mattress soft under the weight of your intertwined fingers.

His cock twitches, and you cup the side of his jaw, holding him like he’s a statue in a museum. It’s one of awe and intimacy, staring deep into his eyes and seeing the faint connection between your souls. It’s one that crosses lifetimes, oceans, and galaxies. 

“Inside?” Sylus grunts, his brow furrowed and jaw clenched in an attempt to hold back his orgasm. You have to come first.

“Pl-ease,” you nod frantically, tilting your hips up so the flat plane of his pelvis digs into the throbbing bundle of nerves just above where you’re connected. It provides enough relief for you to get closer and closer, your skin prickling with goosebumps and the muscles beneath your skin running taut. 

The hand not clasped in yours settles on your lower abdomen, pressing down enough so you can feel the outline of his cockhead with each deep thrust. His palm is hot, and the fiendish qualities of him edge into existence with your remembrance. 

“Come for me.” His forehead rests against yours, and he watches as you are thrown over the cliff into the depths. 

Your body wants to twist and turn, but with Sylus’ weight on top of you, all you can do is buck your hips and arch your back against the muscular wall of his torso. He’s sturdy, holding you through each pulse of your pussy around him. 

It feels so good that you don’t even register the twitching of his cock as he spills his load into your warm sex. Compared to your already elevated body heat, it’s warm, but you can’t think of anything else except how he holds you gently.

Even in the midst of his own pleasure, he watches you, and it doesn’t take long before he’s already come down from his high and you’re still going. It’s one thing that he loves: how slow your orgasm washes over you, and how he can watch you go through it in waves. 

“Good girl.” He sits up, his nails lightly scratching your sides as you continue to buck and squirm under him. It’s lava that rushes with each beat of your heart, and your eyes close toward the end. It’s too much, overwhelming your senses and plunging you into darkness. 

Sylus’ kiss to your forehead brings you out of the dark. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbles into your hair, turning you so he’s the one lying on the bed with you on top of him. His cock is still nestled inside you, softened from his intense orgasm, but plugging you up so only a small stream of his release escapes. 

“I love you.” You repeat again, your cheek resting comfortably where his heart is. It’s a steady beat, like a metronome to a song. “Is that why you had that book on dragons?” 

“I never wanted to push you to remember.” He whispers, his touch light along your spine. “But dragons have always fascinated me. I wanted to know what the perception of us was so many years later.” 

You hum and bring your hand up to the other side of his chest. Small shapes are drawn into his skin, and he looks down at you with a soft smile. “I want the whole story.” It’s not a demand, but more of an ask for more information. “From your perspective.” 

He tenses slightly, but at your touch, the beating of his heart steadies to a gentle thrum. “Alright, I can do that.”

“But first,” Sylus threads his fingers through your hair, massaging the back of your neck. “Let’s get some rest. I’m sure with everything that happened, you are exhausted.” 

All you can do is nod and yawn, finally feeling the weight of everything settle on your shoulders. Sylus chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“I love you.” His words are spoken into your hair. “My dragon.”