Sylas started out today like any other, quickly getting out of bed and beginning his routine of handstand walking to his kitchen in order to have his breakfast of a dozen protein shakes. Upon making it downstairs, he discovered his newly purchased bag of whey protein powder spilled all over the floor. A primal scream escaped his throat as he saw the arrow that pierced the bag. Five years since the fall of Demacia and Quinn still came by weekly to smash his mailbox and sabotage his chiseled aabs.
Sylas called upstairs to his fiance, "Luxanna!".
They had been engaged four years and had moved their couples therapy up to once a week this past month. Lux's tendency to blurt out Garen's name during sex along with Sylas' desire for her to roleplay as Demacia and him as a battering ram drove a very large wedge into their intimate life. After several minutes of no reply, he stalked back upstairs to check on her.
"I need you to talk to the bird wo-" he spoke as he moved down the hallway, the rest of his words dieing in his throat as he threw the door open.
Lux lay in the bed, blankets barely pulled over herself, next to a life-sized cardboard cutout of none other than Jarro Lightfeather himself. There was a seductive mood in the room, softly lit candles all around and a faint smell of chocolate syrup. Her eyes grew wide at the intrusion, and she attempted to find an excuse.
"S-Sylas, I-I…" Sylas spun on his heel, smashing Lux's Swain-hand lavalamp and storming out the door and backstairs once again.
He retreated to his safe space, a room filled with Udyr figurines. Sylas liked to scream obscenities and belittle them as he crushed them between his extremely large arms. He picked a medium sized phoenix form off of the wall and read it's small name tag that his butler had made. "Hmmph. Megidrus." Sylas slowly crushed it with his boot while whispering to it about it's uselessness. Now considerably calmer, he checked the time and prepared to make his public appearance.