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“Sylus—“ Your pleas are cut off with more kisses peppered all over your forehead and cheeks.
His large hands were cupping your face, thumbs gently stroking the tears that had already slid down your face so he couldn’t kiss them away. His gaze moved down towards your lips, hesitating at first just to get a glimpse of your expression. He placed a soft kiss on your lips. And then another, and another. “O-okay, okay that’s enough!” You yelp out, overwhelmed by all this affection.
He pulls back, per your request and gently probes you. “Sweetie, what’s gotten you so upset?” He presses just one more kiss on your hairline. Sylus had spent the last five minutes kissing every inch of your face all because he had found you sobbing uncontrollably in his bed while clinging onto a fat Mephie plushie.
“I just got overwhelmed today, that’s all. A lot happened at the Association. And then there was fireworks too, that’s what made everything worse.” You groan in discomfort at even the thought of fireworks.
It makes sense if there was fireworks in
celebration for Halloween but you hate them. Why do people have to constantly set off fireworks one after the other in the own comfort of their home? They’re so loud and overwhelming. Even with your headphones blasting music in your ears, you can still hear the faint noise of the fireworks shooting into the night.
“I just don’t get why everyone uses fireworks so often. I thought maybe the N109 zone would be different than Linkon with fireworks.” Your body deflates, accepting that no place is free from fireworks.
Sylus’ face contorts into disgust for a moment, scrunching up after hearing your disappointment. “Would you like me to send a few of my men to do something about anyone who sets off fireworks near Onychinus’ base?” His thumb runs over your eyebags and picks up a few tears that were clinging onto your bottom eyelashes.
Sometimes, you forget that the man pampering you everyday is a mafia boss. It shouldn’t be surprising for him to suggest such ideas. But you can’t stop your face from displaying your shock for implementing the idea of threatening a few people over this into your mind. “No! It’s fine! I don’t want to ruin anyone’s fun. I just hate the loud noises.”
“I don’t care about ruining anyone’s fun, kitten. If you’re going to end up crying every time there’s fireworks I won’t hesitate to do something.” This man would seriously do anything for you.
“But doesn’t it feel silly? like ‘Oh, Onychinus has sent people to stop fireworks?’ and it would be all because of me.” You lower your head, looking at the tear stained blankets.
He scoffs, as if the idea doesn’t seem strange to him, because it’s for his beloved. And he’s definitely done worse before you. “It doesn’t matter. How you feel matters the most to me.” His hands slide away from your cheeks once your tears had finally dried up. “My base is supposed to be a safe place for the both of us.”
His hand runs through your locks, combing through the knots carefully. “Why don’t we relax? You seemed interested in baking some cookies.”
“Wait, you’ll bake cookies with me?!” Your eyes light up with excitement. It’s been a while since the both of you had time alone together. Work kept pestering you. His hand intertwine with your smaller one, ready to guide you to his kitchen. “Of course, my love. Anything for you.”