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The room hushes, filled only by the rhythmic sound of Sylus's breathing. His customary arrogance has dissolved into something reverent as his fingers trace idle patterns on your skin. "Are you all right?" he murmurs, his crimson eyes searching your face for any hint of distress. You nod, weary but wrapped in a profound sense of safety, and a low, rough chuckle vibrates in his chest. He slips from the bed with a predator's silent grace, returning with a damp cloth to tend to you with a tenderness that commits every detail to memory—no smirk, only pure devotion. He helps you into one of his soft shirts, fastening each button with deliberate care before drawing you back into the circle of his arms. "You look after me too much," you whisper into the quiet. He answers with a kiss pressed sof…