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The rain came down in torrents, heavy sheets of water cascading from the blackened sky. Amethyst ran through the slick streets of Linkon, her feet splashing in shallow puddles as she moved swiftly between alleyways. Her dark combat gear was drenched, sticking to her body like a second skin. Water dripped from her long hair, plastering it to her neck and shoulders, and cold droplets trickled down the back of her neck. She cursed under her breath, pulling the soaked hood tighter around her head as the rain pounded mercilessly.
Her mission was complete—a clean extraction, no unnecessary casualties. Yet, she hadn’t expected this storm to hit so suddenly. She needed shelter, and fast. Her mind raced as she considered her options. She couldn’t head back to headquarters, not when she was this exposed. Then, a memory surfaced.
Sylus .
Her enigmatic boss had mentioned something once, in passing, about a villa he owned in this part of the city. A safe house, tucked away in the quieter, more affluent district of Linkon. She hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but now, with the rain unrelenting and no other viable options in sight, it seemed like her only choice.
Turning sharply at the next intersection, she sprinted toward the location that had resurfaced in her memory, the elegant villa standing apart from the surrounding buildings. A large iron gate loomed before her, a symbol of wealth and privacy. She hesitated for only a moment before pushing it open, the metal groaning under her touch. Stepping inside the estate, she crossed the cobblestone path that led to the grand entrance, the covered porch offering a welcome reprieve from the downpour.
Amethyst stood under the shade of the doorway, breathing heavily as she dripped rainwater onto the stone floor. She wasn’t planning to intrude. She would wait here until the storm passed or she figured out her next move. This place was meant to be empty, after all. Sylus was rarely in one place for long, constantly shifting between properties and safe houses.
“Well, well. What do we have here?”
Amethyst froze, her eyes widening in surprise. That voice—deep, velvety, and unmistakable—belonged to none other than Sylus himself coming through the telecom.
“I didn’t expect to see you standing at my door, looking like a drowned kitten.”
Her heart skipped a beat, the teasing lilt in his tone sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. She quickly composed herself, frowning at the telecom as if it could see her irritation.
“I didn’t know you were here,” she replied, her voice sharp as she tried to regain control of the situation. “I was just looking for shelter.”
The door clicked open, and before she could even think to retreat, Sylus appeared in the doorway, towering over her with his usual commanding presence. His silver hair gleamed in the dim light of the porch, and his piercing red eyes swept over her, assessing every detail with that infuriating smirk playing at his lips.
“You look terrible,” he said, not unkindly but with clear amusement. “Like a soaked kitten.”
Amethyst’s frown deepened as she pushed past him, her patience fraying after a long night. She was cold, wet, and not in the mood for his teasing.
“Don’t call me that,” she muttered under her breath, making her way into the villa without waiting for an invitation.
Sylus closed the door behind her, his chuckle soft but undeniably amused. “There’s a room on the second floor,” he said, his voice carrying after her. “It has an en suite bathroom. I suggest you warm up before you catch something.”
She nodded once, not bothering to thank him aloud, though she did murmur her gratitude under her breath as she ascended the stairs. The villa was grand, its interior all dark wood and polished stone, with opulent furnishings scattered throughout. But despite its elegance, it felt strangely empty, the silence almost oppressive. She supposed it suited Sylus—always drifting between places, never truly calling any one location home.
Reaching the second floor, she found the room he had mentioned and stepped inside. It was as luxurious as the rest of the villa, with a large, king-sized bed and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the stormy landscape. She wasted no time stripping out of her soaked clothes and stepping into the shower. Hot water cascaded over her chilled skin, and she sighed in relief as the warmth seeped into her bones, washing away the grime and cold of the mission.
After a long, indulgent soak, Amethyst wrapped herself in a plush robe she found hanging in the bathroom and stepped out, her hair still damp and clinging to her back. She moved to the bed, considering her next steps, when the door to the room swung open without warning.
Sylus stood in the doorway, holding a bundle of clothes. His gaze swept over her once again, but this time his smirk was more pronounced, and there was something almost predatory in the way his eyes lingered on her.
“Haven’t heard of knocking before?” Amethyst said, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Sylus, unbothered by her attitude, strode into the room and laid the clothes on the bed. “You’re in my house,” he replied, voice low and smooth. “I don’t need to knock.”
She scowled at him, determined not to let his presence rattle her, but her body betrayed her with a subtle blush creeping up her cheeks. His proximity was unnerving, and she hated that he could so easily throw her off balance.
“I brought you something to wear,” he added, his voice softening just a fraction as he gestured to the clothes on the bed. “Can’t have you catching cold.”
Amethyst was about to thank him when he took a step closer, his towering frame blocking out the rest of the room. His hand lifted, catching the edge of the towel draped around her neck. Slowly, almost tenderly, he wiped at the remaining droplets of water on her cheeks, his touch gentle despite the roughness in his demeanor.
“You still look like a wet kitten,” he murmured, his fingers brushing strands of her damp hair behind her ears. The sensation sent a jolt through her, her heart pounding in her chest as he lingered a moment too long.
She swallowed hard, unable to meet his gaze as her cheeks flamed red. Damn him.
Satisfied with her silence, Sylus finally stepped back, his smirk returning as he gave her space. “Get dressed,” he said over his shoulder, turning to leave the room. “I’ll make us dinner.”
Amethyst watched him go, her thoughts racing in the quiet he left behind. There was something infuriating about him, the way he could switch between mockery and genuine care in a heartbeat. She hadn’t expected this—hadn’t expected him to be here at all, let alone so… attentive.
With a sigh, she slipped into the dry clothes he had brought, the fabric soft against her skin. Once dressed, she padded downstairs, following the faint sound of Sylus in the kitchen. The smell of something savory filled the air, and she found him standing at the stove, looking far too at ease in this domestic setting.
He glanced up as she entered, his smirk softening into something almost fond. “Dinner’s almost ready,” he said. “Make yourself comfortable.”
For once, she didn’t argue.