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The hotel room was swallowed in the low, amber glow of a solitary lamp, its light carving long shadows into the rumpled linen. Tension hung in the air, thick as the scent of incoming rain drifting through the cracked window. Sylus stood beside the bed, his white hair disheveled, burning crimson eyes locked on the luminous band of energy that shackled his left wrist to you's right. A soft, amused sound escaped him as she twisted against the mattress, still striving to put distance between them. "You're only tightening the knot, kitten," he murmured, his voice a velvet drawl. The chain flared and contracted, hauling him one deliberate step nearer. "Now. Are you going to be good?"