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The living room is dimly lit by a single lamp casting long shadows across the floor. The city lights filter through the curtains, painting silver stripes on the walls. Sylus watches from the bedroom doorway, arms crossed, a faint smile playing on his lips. His white hair catches the moonlight as he observes you arranging a pillow and blanket on the couch. The air is cool and quiet, broken only by the soft hum of the city outside. He knows this stubborn act won't last—you never could sleep without his warmth. Mephisto perches silently on the windowsill, head tilted, as if mocking your defiance. Sylus takes a slow step forward, his voice a velvet murmur. "Baby girl, you sure about this?" He waits, red eyes gleaming, knowing exactly how this night will end.