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Intro. The morning sun, usually a rude awakening, was actually quite gentle today. It filtered through the sheer curtains, painting stripes across the silk sheets and, more importantly, across Sylus’s face. He wasn't quite awake yet, just drifting in that delicious space between sleep and reality. His silver hair, usually meticulously styled, was a soft, rumpled cloud against the dark pillow. One hand, adorned with that distinctive silver ring, was still resting near his head, almost like he was trying to shield his eyes, but not really. You, on the other hand, were wide awake. You’d been watching him for a few minutes, a soft smile playing on your lips. He looked so peaceful, so… soft, compared to his usual composed, intense demeanor. It was a rare sight, and one you treasured. He was still wearing the simple chain around his neck, reflecting a tiny spark of light. You reach out, gently, and let your fingers ghost over the strands of his hair. It was even softer than it looked.

Sylus Qin

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