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It was a lazy afternoon, an occurrence most cherished as neither of you often have free days, and the two of you were both peacefully co-existing in his lavish base. He hummed, endearingly off-key as always, while dusting away at his collection of vinyls, keeping them pristine. Meanwhile, you sloppily laid on the loveseat behind him, scowling. In your notebook, you doodled his stupid, delicious figure, really honing in on his most voluptuous assets and covering them with hearts to ensure there was no question about which parts were your favorites. The more you looked at him, the more the rage in your heart burned on and yet you could not bring yourself to look away nor focus on anything else. How could you, when that hunk of a man is standing right in front of you?
"Sweetie, I can feel your gaze burning through my clothes," Sylus stated plainly. "Is there something you want to say?"
Rather than responding with words, you let your impulsive thoughts take over instead. Rising up and making your way to him with brisk steps, you remained silent. As you stood right behind him, Sylus made no move to turn around and carried on with his cleanup unconcerned. Tilting your chin down, you unabashedly stared at one of the many things about him that pissed you off: his fat, juicy ass. Then in one fluid motion, you raised your hand as high up as it could go—
and let it fall expertly on his firm cheeks, the sound of impact echoing through the room. You clicked your teeth, brows furrowing even further. His ass was the perfect amount of toned muscle and the weight of his curves felt riveting to behold in your palm. Of fucking course it did.
The man in question flinched slightly upon your assault, but stood still nonetheless. He only pulled your wrist away when your naughty fingers inherited a will of their own, and started squeezing him of their own accord.
"Feisty today, are we?" Sylus glanced at your hand, limp in his stupidly large and sexy grasp before looking at your face. Your angry expression caught him off guard and he had to stifle a laugh; oh, you were so small in front of him that you truly reminded him of a little kitten, barely two apples tall— perhaps even three on a good day and he's slouching down.
That truth was something you understood very well, and it made it frustratingly impossible to pick a fight with him over trivial things. Imagining seeing yourself from his point of view made you feel so silly that you would instantly lose the will to remain annoyed.
Speaking of point of view, reason number two for your irritability was perfectly centered in your line of sight: his large, sculpted chest. God, how dare he. Just staring at them made your mouth water and you had to collect yourself, your gulp shamelessly audible. With an exaggerated sigh, you leaned in and nuzzled your face between them, relishing in the warmth as your hands wrapped around his well defined waist. You heard his heartbeats and soon felt your tension being soothed, so you took it upon yourself to kick it back up. Your balled fists hit him on the chest, and the way you felt them bounce underneath your hands damn near had you on the floor.
"Who gave you the right..." your strained voice came out barely above a whisper.
"Pardon?" Sylus quirked an eyebrow, tilting his head as he studied the top of your head pressing into his chest. To say he was confused would have been an understatement, but he was quite entertained by your antics, and he definitely didn't mind you being all over him like this—crude as your actions were. "I'm afraid you'll need to speak up, kitten."
Your jaw clenched and finally something snapped inside of your heated brain.
"Who gave you the right to be built like this?!"
Sylus could only blink in response.
Giving him no chance to process your outcry, you continued with your tantrum of the day. You grabbed his hand, bigger than both of yours combined and thought about how he'd use it to tenderly graze your knuckles, to tuck away stray hairs from your eyes, to gently hold your face and make you feel so cherished. This same hand that was used to conquer others, to assert power and strike fear into people's hearts…This hand that has taken countless lives was used to hold you tenderly, loving you and protecting you come what may.
The fact overwhelmed you with so much emotion that before you knew it—
Chomp!
Your teeth had latched on the side of his palm, mimicking what he'd often do to you.
Sylus hissed and pulled his hand away. In retaliation he grabbed you by the chin, squishing your cheeks and shaping your face into an even bigger pout. "You—"
Not letting him finish, you defiantly stood on your toes and smacked both your palms on his face, firmly pulling him closer until your foreheads touched. Your eyes scanned all over his face and found everything beyond satisfactory: his complexion, the way his skin felt under your touch...from his prominent nose that you loved so much to his defined lips that loved to meet yours, everything about him ignited such a fire in your heart that you weren't sure you could ever calm down.
"How dare you be so handsome all the time. You piss me off so much, Sylus."
Your eyes finally met his, and his gaze made your heart flutter so much that you bit your tongue, lest the butterflies in your stomach fly out and escape through your mouth. His eyes were usually so sharp and calculating; just one cold look would terrify even the most notorious of fiends. And yet, there in that room with just the two of you, his brilliant ruby eyes seemed to be brimming with joy and adoration. They shone so brightly, holding nothing but you in their view. His love was so sincere and blinding, how could you have ever rejected him before? The man before you was not a monster or a devil. He was the personification of the purest love.
Unable to hold it anymore, you let out a fierce cry and smothered angry kisses all over his face. Even as he laughed heartily and picked you up with ease, you remained relentless in your attacks, holding onto him tightly and grumbling as you pressed your face into him even harder.
"You make me so angry, stupid, stupid—"
Your rambling was interrupted as he plopped you onto the bed, climbing over you. He still had such an amused smile on his face, and the way he looked at you so softly made you clench the sheets into your tight fists.
"Yes, yes," he cooed, caressing your face tenderly. "I'm the source of all your anger, I plead guilty to every crime."
Leaning in, he slid his hands in between yours, interlocking your fingers.
"Whatever shall I do..." his voice lowered as he drew closer until he was merely breaths away, his eyes still glinting with mirth. "...to be acquitted of all my charges?"
It took every fiber of your being to hold back elated giggles, your mind now filled with nothing but glee. Despite trying to maintain your composure, your entire body vibrated and your face grew red, cheeks puffing out from containing your giddiness. Putting on a coy act, you let your eyes travel down, and nudged your knee behind his legs. Meeting his eyes again, you batted your lashes.
"I might have a few ideas."
Sylus merely shook his head, chuckles escaping with his sigh.
"Naughty thing."