Lost Love || Book 1 || Sylus x Reader || LADS Fanfiction

20. Sing for me!

Sylus snips with his fingers and a beautiful lady appears as if she waited for his command. She brings all the utensils to prepare my hair and make-up, her arms loaded with various tools and products. "This is Sophia." Sylus says, gesturing towards the lady. "She will take care of your hair and make-up, just as I instructed."

"Hi Sophia!" I smile friendly to greet the lady, but my voice is a little shaky. Sophia smiles back at me, her eyes flickering over my face and hair as she assesses my appearance. She is kind and gentle, her voice soft and soothing. "Hello my dear. No need to be nervous. I promise, you'll look absolutely stunning by the time I'm finished with you. By the way, that is a hell of a kind dress, isn't it? You look hot as fuck!"

Sophia leads me over to a chair in front of a large mirror, positioning me so that I can sit comfortably and see my own reflection. She begins to work on my hair first, her hands skilled and practiced as she combs through the locks. She applies some product to my hair, taming any frizz or flyaways, and then begins to style it into a sophisticated updo, leaving a few loose strands to frame my face.

Sylus stands back and watches as Sophia works her magic, watching the transformation from huntress to goddess taking place before his eyes. His eyes roam over my reflection in the mirror, taking in every move and gesture. My gaze accidentally locks with his in the mirror. I can't help but to blush and look away. Trying to avoid any eye contact with him, I start to small talk with Sophia. But I really suck at this.

Sophia, being the skilled hairdresser she is, keeps the conversation going smoothly, her hands continuing to work on my hair as she talks. She seems to sense my nervousness, and she keeps the conversation easy-going, asking me questions about my job and hobbies.

I am lost in thoughts, captivated by the conversation with Sophia. "Hmmm... hobbies... let me think... drawing, playing the guitar and piano, a little singing here and there... I love those kinds of things." I almost forgot that Sylus is there, but my eyes find his interested gaze in the mirror. Shit!

Sylus Perspective

I listen to your response, my eyebrow raising in surprise at your list of hobbies. I file the information away in my mind, my interest piqued. I had no idea you were so talented. Sophia, who is still working on your hair, seems pleased by your answer. "Oh, how lovely! You're quite the artist and musician, aren't you? And singing too, you must have a beautiful voice."

"No... not really. I wish I had though." I can't help but grin at your response, your attempt to downplay your talents only making them more intriguing to me. Sophia, meanwhile, seems to sense the growing tension in the room and tries to keep the conversation upbeat. "Oh, now come on, I'm sure you underestimate yourself. I'd love to hear you sing sometime, dear."

I chuckle softly at Sophia's words, enjoying the way you squirm slightly at the thought of giving in to her request. "She's right, kitten." I chime in, my voice low and gruff. "You should sing for us. I would love to hear that beautiful voice of yours."

Your eyes flicker to me in pure panic. The look on your face is priceless. The thought of singing in front of me, you would rather be shoot instead. I can't help but find your shyness adorable, and I feel a perverse desire to push you even further out of your comfort zone.

Sophia, noticing your hesitation, tries to reassure you, her eyes flickering between the two of us. "Oh, come now, it couldn't hurt to sing just a little, dear. We won't judge you, I promise."

"To bad... I can't sing without a guitar or piano...!" You clearly try to escape this awkward situation. But Sophias eyes lighten up as she explains that a colleague used to play guitar on his breaks and that the old thing is gathering dust in the break room now. A smirk tugging at the corners of my lips, I play along, fully enjoying pushing your boundaries. "A colleague's guitar, just gathering dust in the break room, hm? That's a shame, it deserves to be played."