“You should’ve known better.”
The glow of your phone lit up your face in the dim room, your expression unreadable.
You didn’t look up. “You’re back early.”
From behind you, Sylus loosened his cuffs, eyes already locked on you—sharp, observant, too perceptive.
“You’re quieter than usual.”
You scoffed, tossing your phone onto the couch. “Just people being weird.”
A pause. Then, casual—too casual.
“Someone I used to talk to just… cut me off. Unfollowed, unfriended. No reason.”
You didn’t see the way his jaw tightened.
Didn’t see the subtle shift in the air—the kind that meant someone, somewhere, just made a mistake they couldn’t undo.
You shrugged. “Not really. It’s just… annoying.”
Now he was close enough that you could feel the warmth of him behind you, the quiet intensity that always made your breath hitch—whether you wanted it to or not.
“Annoying,” he repeated softly.
His fingers brushed your chin, tilting your face up just enough for him to study you.
You frowned. “It’s annoying, Sylus. I’m not—”
His thumb pressed lightly against your lip. Not rough. Not gentle.
Your pulse betrayed you first.
A sharp inhale. A flicker in your eyes.
And that was all he needed.
His expression darkened—not at you.
At the idea of someone thinking they could dismiss you so easily.
“Someone had your attention,” he murmured. “Had access to you… and decided to throw it away like it meant nothing.”
A cold, quiet laugh left him.
“Sylus, it’s not that serious—”
The way he said it? Final. Absolute.
His hand slid from your chin to your neck, not squeezing—but resting there, possessive in a way that made heat crawl up your spine.
“They don’t get to decide your value.”
Your breath caught as he leaned closer, lips just brushing your ear.
“They don’t get to walk away like you’re something easily replaced.”
Then, softer—dangerously so.
“They should’ve known better than to lose you.”
You turned slightly, meeting his gaze now—really looking.
That familiar, lethal calm.
The kind that meant he’d already thought ten steps ahead.
Already decided something.
“Sylus…” you warned, though your voice lacked conviction. “Don’t do anything.”
A faint smile touched his lips.
You narrowed your eyes. “You know exactly what.”
He hummed, brushing his thumb across your cheek now, slow… deliberate.
“I’m simply correcting a mistake.”
“It becomes my job,” he murmured, “when someone disrespects what’s mine.”
Your breath hitched—there it was.
Not possessive in a crude way.
Then, unexpectedly, he pulled you closer—his forehead resting against yours.
Still there… but warmer now.
“For the record,” he said quietly, “I don’t care how many people come and go.”
His hand tightened slightly at your waist.
“And that’s all that matters.”
Somewhere out there, someone hit “unfollow.”
they just removed themselves from the only version of your world where they were allowed to exist.
- this is dedicated to that person who decided to unfollow and unfriended me out of nowhere like i thought we would atleast be good friends even in distance since we both liked sylus so much it was so rude and weird that you’d think about doing that -
