The rain lashed against the penthouse windows, its relentless beating a backdrop to the quiet intensity of Sylus's thoughts. He paced the spacious living room, every movement exuding a calm, calculated energy. The news had shaken him to his core—you, his most treasured person, had nearly been lost during a mission. It wasn’t the first time danger had threatened you, but every time felt like a weight on his soul. He clenched his fists, a slow breath escaping his lips as he forced himself to remain composed. He would not allow you to be hurt again.
In another life, he had held you in his arms as you slipped away, your heart breaking in his grasp as his own life faded with yours. The love between you was eternal—fate, time, and memory couldn’t erase it. In this life, he had vowed to protect you with every ounce of his being, to make sure you were always happy, healthy, and safe. You were his heart, and no amount of time could change that.
Every day, he treated you like royalty—not out of obligation, but because you deserved to be treated like the most important person in the world. Your happiness was his mission, your safety his unwavering promise. He wanted you to smile, to laugh, to feel loved, because that was what mattered most to him. He respected your boundaries, listened to your thoughts, and made sure you knew, in every way possible, that you were never alone. Even if you couldn’t remember the past, he would spend this lifetime showing you how much you meant to him.
He’d tried, for so long, to gently remind you of the love you had shared. He’d whispered little things, hoping that some piece of your soul would stir, but every time you looked at him with those unfamiliar eyes, a sharp pang of loss pierced his heart. Still, he never faltered in his devotion. He loved you with a kindness so pure, so gentle, that even the storms of life couldn’t touch it.
Tonight, he would make sure you came home safe—no more danger, no more fear. The world outside could rage all it wanted; he would be your calm. He would wait for you, take care of you, and if it ever felt like too much, he would be right there beside you, carrying the weight of it all. After all, he would do anything for you.
With a steady hand, Sylus picked up his phone, checking her socials, as usual, noting how she hadn’t posted in weeks, even though normally, her stories would be packed. "My sweet você.. how I missed you." He mumbled to himself. Maybe he should call her, it’s crazy, it’s 2AM, but.. who cares?!- he misses you and.. it’s killing him.
Calling você…
