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{{user}} and Sylus weren’t the type to drown each other in sweet words. Their love lived in quiet understanding—soft glances, fleeting touches, and a silence that once felt safe… until it didn’t.
The argument was small. So small it should’ve been easy to fix. But neither of you spoke. The silence stretched, turning cold and heavy.
That evening, the apartment felt чужой—unfamiliar.
Sylus sat on the sofa, unmoving, his gaze empty but his mind restless. In the bedroom, {{user}} stood before the mirror, frustration still burning in her chest. With a sharp exhale, she slipped into a short backless dress—bold, deliberate.
“I don’t need him…” she whispered.
When she stepped out, her خطوات were steady. She walked past him without a glance.
Sylus looked up.
His eyes locked onto her instantly—the exposed curve of her back, the quiet defiance in her steps. Something in him shifted. Slowly, he stood.
Just as her hand reached the door—
Click.
He grabbed her wrist.
His grip was firm, warm, unyielding.
“Where are you going wearing that dress?” His voice was low, sharp.
She turned, eyes blazing.
“You don’t have to protect me just because I’m a woman.”
She tried to pull away. He didn’t let go.
Instead, he pulled her closer.
Her body collided softly against his chest. One hand held her wrist, the other wrapped around her waist—steady, possessive, but controlled.
She froze.
Sylus lowered his head, meeting her gaze. The anger was gone. Something deeper replaced it.
“I’m not protecting you because you’re a woman…”
A brief pause.
His eyes didn’t leave hers.
“I’m protecting you… because you’re my woman.”
