"I heard a certain someone called me a Teddy Bear." comes from the door of the living room in Sylus underground mansion, where he's leaning on the frame, his crimson red eyes filled with mirth.

"Is that so?" You smile to yourself, hiding your face as you look through his collection of vinyls, trying to ignore him and not to blush. Of course, he gets to know of this. Luke and Kieran, these traitors!

"Then, why don't you come over here and cuddle me?" Sylus suddenly whispers into your ear, and startled you jump, completely surprised by his sneaky approach.

The menace of your life uses it to his advantage, wraps you up in his arms and carries you to the large velvet sofa.

"Let me down, Sylus!" You scold him as you slap his toned pectorals with your flat hand. Big mistake, you admit to yourself a second later, because this muscle is hard as hell and now your hand hurts, and he didn't even flinch. The leader of Onychinus just chuckles lightly and sits down with you, completely unfazed by your protests. Big strong arms sneak around your body, positioning it to his content, and you are left pouting in his lap.

"You're a meanie" you mumble under your breath, but he hears it.

"Says the one that slapped me" an amused glitter in his crimson red eyes and a little smile tugging at his lips. As he's finished positioning you, your legs are sideways, laying slightly bent on the sofa, butt securely on his muscular thighs. One arm wrapped around your waist the other arm reached to your head, pressing it gently on his chest.

"Now retract your claws, kitten. I'm your teddy bear, did you already forget?" he sighs relaxed, holding you safely and soothing in his embrace.

Fighting on a lost ground you give in, close your eyes and just enjoy his warmth and comfort. "Fine. You won." you wink at him "This time!" And you lay a hand on his chest, playing lazily with the collar of his black shirt.

He laughs quietly and kisses the top of your head. "Don't I always win?" he whispers roughly into your hair.

Just grumbling you close your eyes, not willing to admit that he's right.