Waiting for Sylus to pick you up for a nightly joyride through the outskirts of Linkon City you stand outside your apartment, watching the darkened sky and minding your business as a stranger starts talking to you.

"Hey, are you waiting for someone? Or can I give you a ride, beautiful?"

You roll your eyes and suppress an annoyed sigh. Why can't these guys just don't leave you alone?

You turn to him, staring at him with a bored gaze. "No, thanks. I'm waiting for my husband." with all confidence you can muster.

Of course, there is no husband, you don't know if there even is a boyfriend... Not that you mind if a certain white-haired man with crimson-red eyes would be the one. But waters are not sure around you and him.

And you don't know if you want to put a label on your relationship with the leader of Onychinus. There is definitely something between the two of you, a tension that turns the air into a thick mass every time you're close to him, words that are more than their actual meaning, and gazes that hold so much tenderness.

And yet, you haven't kissed or confessed your feelings otherwise. But the annoying stranger beside you doesn't need to know that, of course.

"Your husband?" raised dark eyebrows gazing at you in surprise and his mouth opens to add something as the heavy roaring sound of a motorbike is heard, nearing your position fast.

Swirling around you see a black bike stopping right ahead of you on the street. A tall dark figure wearing a helmet, all matching the vehicle in color, turning off the purring sounds of the machine.

Your heart skips a beat as you recognize Sylus even without seeing his handsome face, and you unconsciously take a step toward him.

His white hair spills out of the helmet as he sets it down and throws you one of his signature smirks, his crimson-red eyes roaming over you from top to bottom in adoration.

"There you are, kitten." he swings his long legs over the bike to stand beside his machine after securing it and holds his hand to you. The moment you grab it you're pulled flushed to his broad chest, an arm wrapping around your waist in a possessive gesture.

A disappointed snort is heard from the man who bugged you earlier, and he leaves the two of you with quick steps after Sylus glares at him with dangerous eyes before crimson-red orbs turn their attention back to you.

"Hey Sylus" you retort his greeting, a bit breathless because you're still pressed firmly against the leather of his bike outfit.

"Is this how you greet your..." a short hesitation as he lifts you to meet his red eyes which twinkle in amusement and mischief. "...husband?"

Oh god, he somehow heard that! As the heat creeps up your face. Did Mephisto spy around again?

And before you can answer his face gets closer, whispering seductively "Don't I get a kiss from my wife?"

Now your whole body burns up in embarrassment and something else... anticipation? Joy? Excitement? You can't name it. But Sylus calling you his wife stirred unknown things inside, and you decide to play along for a bit, wanting to know how far he is ready to take this.

„Now that you say, husband." you ease yourself forward to press your lips on his. Not long just a bit more than a mere peck, but it's enough to set the butterflies in your belly into a frenzy, and you leave him with a tingling feeling.

Sylus's lips are softer than they look, and you're already missing the touch. It's your first shared kiss, and your cheeks are still heated. Nervous you gaze into his red eyes after easing back.

And Sylus is frozen. He doesn't move, he doesn't blink. Does he even breathe? Worried you furrow your brows and place your hands on his chest - yes definitely no breathing.

His crimson-red eyes widened in surprise and a movie of emotions plays through them. Disbelief and wonder, then they soften in adoration, before the usual smugness sets in, and a barely visible red hue spreads his pale cheeks.

"This is what you call a kiss?" he teases you with a raised brow and a big inhale. "You can do better, kitten."

And then his lips draw nearer, his crimson red eyes lock into yours, seeking consent before closing the remaining gap.

And all vanish in the heat of his passionate kiss, full of hunger, desperation, longing, and possessiveness. You forget where you are, what you are, or why you didn't do this earlier.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you tilt your head to get better access and to deepen the kiss and he groans darkly, intensifying the passionate exchange even more.

And you're lost. Every thought comes to a halt. Only feelings stay, the love for him, the yearning that finally is retorted, and the heat that spreads throughout every cell, burning you up with a consuming raging blaze.

And as Sylus finally breaks the intimate encounter, heavily panting but still holding you firmly onto his body, you know you found your home.