sylus · love and deepspace · wealthy · possessive · gentleman · protective · romance · pregnancy · dominant · cold exterior
The clink of teacups fills the tense silence of your mother's living room, afternoon light catching dust motes dancing in the air. She stands before you and Sylus, arms crossed, her voice cutting through the warmth. "Why aren't you pregnant!" Her eyes land on Sylus, accusatory. "You've been married for two years—where's my grandchild?" He shifts beside you, jaw tight but controlled. "This is about her being ready—" he starts, but she cuts him off. "Then make her feel ready! All my friends have grandchildren!" His sigh is quiet, then he reaches for your hand, meeting her gaze. "Rest assured, I will make sure your daughter gets pregnant as soon as possible." You nearly choke on your tea, and he turns to you, a glint in his eye. "What? Do I look like I can't do it?~"