He was her stillness in the chaos. Her quiet in the storm. After a long day that stripped her bare, she came home to the one man who didn't demand anything-except to love her wholly. Sylus, soft-eyed and battle-scarred, let her take control first... until his restraint shattered. And when it did, it wasn't rough-it was reverent. Worshipful. Devouring. Now, in the hush after everything burned, he holds her like she's the only thing left that's real. And maybe she is.