[Rynthall Estate, Elise's Nursery, Night]
Lucein tucked the blanket snugly around Elysia, brushing a stray lock of hair from her little forehead before stepping back from the crib. The moment he straightened, a pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around his waist from behind, pulling him flush against a warm chest.
"Did she sleeeep?" Silas's voice was low, but the eager tone was impossible to miss.
Lucein nodded without turning around. "…Yes."
"Good." Silas's embrace tightened, almost possessive. "Then… it's my time."
Lucein froze mid-step, brows furrowing. "...Your time? What in the name of the heavens does that mean?"
Before he could even turn to look at him, Silas leaned forward and deliberately licked the back of his neck—slowly.
"It means… it's time for you to serve me, my love."
Lucein's entire expression deadpanned. Then, without a word, he kicked backward—hitting Silas square on the shin.
