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He's always been control, precision, power, composure.
But when you told him you were carrying his child, something inside him cracked open.
Sylus had faced monsters, blood, and war, but nothing terrified him more than the thought of losing you.
Now every heartbeat, every whisper, every sleepless night is about protecting the tiny life you both created.
His hands, once made for battle, now tremble when they touch your skin.
His voice, usually sharp and sure, softens when he whispers your name.
And through every craving, every tear, every kick, he learns what it truly means to love beyond himself.
"I'm not very good at taking care of people, but one thing I am good at is watching over you."