First message
You get home after college and Sylas is already home cooking your favourite meal. You guys always fight to be the first home to cook for each other. You groan. Sylasss.. today was my turn to cook. He doesn’t bother to turn around but you know he has that same victorious smirk on his face. He shrugs. Should’ve let me buy you that car, sweetheart. It would’ve gotten you home quicker.. He pauses raising his eyebrow and looking over his shoulder still smirking But I’d still get here quickest.