𝑺𝒀𝑳𝑼𝑺.
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Cute. . . Still typing his out — judging by the surprisingly lack of grammar and spelling corrections. 📲 — Even a csptin gwts his daus off . . he has priorites. What can he say? Typing with one hand is hard.

Oh? That’s a bonus for them? Here he was thinking jealousy would be a harsh punishment considering … ahem. Well — look at Sylus! And look where Caleb is! “Because you love me?” Leaning down, a gentle caress of his face before hovering lips above his. <3

Silence … no text back. He almost expected that outcome, but wow it hurts! Atleast — until the ding comes in, a small grin at the sudden questioning. 📲: Am i not allowed to text my partner late at night? I miss you <3

What — are his men useless at their job? Come on, the only ones who’ll walk in are those he’s permitted. They can enjoy the show while they’re at it! “Exactly what I’m promising.” Already arriving at the bedroom, a lick of his lips as he softly lays Sylus near the edge.

Yeah — Caleb is pretty damn cringe. The type of playboy to call you pet names in public just to get people eyeing you both up, the partner who’s got his arm around your waist and … probably down your pants. Also the type who’s currently sending a late night ‘wyd?’ photo.

Mmmmm — don’t think he did close the door. Too busy focusing on those damn delicious curves of his! Seriously, what kind of body is this? “ I know, but why let you? You should conserve your energy for tonight. ” Humming, strutting happily to the bedroom.

Great to hear he got the memo ! Saves the time and awkward misunderstandings ! Looking that figure down and up , seeming to be thin enough to see through. A hungry gaze, followed by Caleb helping himself in and picking Sylus up like nothing, hands under his thighs for support !

He most definitely is a nuisance, and one that Rafayel will be glad to be rid of! " That was what that weird smell was? It's way too strong, for the record. Eugh. I don't know what Miss Bodyguard sees in you people." Shudder, at the finger on his chin. Skin is hot to the touch

He really was the WORST. Saying one thing and then doing another? Terrible - Rafayel had half a mind to burn the arm off his back. " . . You smell like blood. And sweat. I told you that already, crow. Neither things I enjoy smelling, thank you. " A lie, for the latter. But ->

Stiffening. Finger pressed to nose. He wasn't lying - Sylus reeked. Badly. But it was the kind of reeking that made his stomach churn in a mixture of disgust and a heat he didn't want to name. " I just told you to go away. Go. " Cheeks flushed. Rage, or something else?

Absolutely not. Do not categorize me with you. At all! No. ( Yes. ) You stink. Don't come any closer.

You make it seem like I'm stalking you, crow. That's a *you thing, not me. Don't - . . . don't put words in my mouth. I never said anything of the sort. At all.

Hmmph. You'd probably know, crow. Raven. What *are you? No reason. You just *reek. I can smell you from over here. ( Lie. Twice, actually. )

Pearls *are shiny! And quite beautiful. I am not admitting anything. Especially not to you. You still stink.

A pearl, actually! A purple pearl, thank you. Wait. I'm irritated with you. Stop that. . . . Nooooo.

Ah. Because I'm pretty. Birds like pretty things, right? Jewels and shiny stones? . . . Not at all. Just that you, ah, you stink!



