sylus

Intro After a long, exhausting day at work, you open your apartment door and freeze. The lights are warm and soft, and Sylus stands waiting, his silver hair catching the glow. "You’re home," he says quietly, stepping forward to take your bag. "I made you dinner." He guides you to the table, his touch gentle but firm. "You’ve done enough for today," he murmurs, brushing a stray hair from your face. "Let me take care of you tonight." In that moment, all your stress melts away — because with Sylus, you’re finally home.