Summary: Sylus is accustomed to a lavish lifestyle. When he comes over to your apartment for the first time you are plagued with feelings of insecurity. He comforts you and shows you that you have nothing to be insecure about. (I hate summaries).

Pairing: SylusxReader (Non-mc? MC? Could be either)

CW: Nothing really, suggestive towards the end but mostly fluff

Author's Note: This is the first thing I have written in soooooo long. Like years. So if it's total shit, I apologize. If you read this, I hope you somewhat enjoy it. The more I write the better it will get. I just need to get stuff out of my head, start sharing, and not overthink it. Enjoy or don't, just don't tell me if you don't :)

You couldn't help but pace around the living room of your apartment. Every spot had been cleaned and checked twice over but there was no calming down the antsy feeling in your stomach. Anxious thoughts filled your mind, 'What if I missed something? Is my decor too plain? He's used to luxury; my space is so small compared to his. I hope he's not uncomfortable." Sylus was on his way to your apartment for the first time. Until this point, all of your time with him had been spent either out in the city or in Sylus' extravagant mansion. As your relationship slowly progressed into what it is now, ambiguously intimate and occasionally romantic, he had made multiple requests to come over to your apartment. At first you took it as unserious flirting but after the fourth mention of it, you realized he was being sincere. You had put it off as long as you could. It was hard not to feel a bit self-conscious about how much less you had. Even though you did well for yourself, Sylus' wealth was untouchable and he constantly used it to spoil you. Not being able to do anything like that for him upset you sometimes. Deep down you knew Sylus didn't care about that but that knowledge was really deep down and you didn't currently have the will to dig that far.

Three loud knocks sounded at your door and your heart began to race. Whether it was more from your nervousness of Sylus seeing your place for the first time or the excitement of seeing him, you weren't sure. You quickly made your way to the door and looked through the peephole. There he was, tall, broad, and gorgeous as ever. He fiddled with his hair a bit and there was a look of something unfamiliar in his eyes. Was it anticipation, eagerness, uncertainty? Surely he wasn't nervous like you. Sylus was consistently composed and confident, moving through life as if nothing in the world could throw him off balance. Something in your heart squeezed to get this rare glimpse of a moment where his composure was even the tiniest bit wavered.

He moved to knock again and you quickly opened the door before his knuckles could reach it. As soon as his gaze met yours affection filled his eyes, "Hello, kitten. Are you going to invite me in?"

You smiled, "Mmm, I'm not sure. I don't make a habit of having shady individuals over to my apartment."

Sylus chuckled and slipped passed you through the front door, "You're the one who called this shady individual over." He stopped in the entryway, looking around the space in front of him where your living room and kitchen were. "Cute," he turned back and smirked at you, "It's very you, sweetie."

Unsure of what he meant by that, you bent down to the shoe rack next to your door and grabbed a pair of slippers, "It's not much but I love it." You dropped the slippers in front of Sylus for him and moved into the living room, "I would give you a tour but you can pretty much see everything from here."

"What about your bedroom?" You caught Sylus' eyes and they sparkled with mischief and desire. He was teasing you but there seemed to be a quiet promise underlying his words.

There was no helping the light blush that rose in your cheeks, "Let's come back to that later."

A short laugh escaped Sylus and he walked through your living room, slippers now snug on his feet. His attention was turned to the bookshelves that lined the wall around your television. The shelves were full of books, some you had read but most unopened, as well as plushies, pictures, and plastic plants. He perused the contents of the shelves with a soft smile on his face. It was clear he was enjoying this glimpse into your interests. As he moved across the shelves he came to a sudden stop, something particular grabbing his attention. His hand reached out to grab a small picture frame. An expression of surprise took over his features and his head shook softly, "Well look here," He turned to you and lifted the frame in your direction, "I guess I have been here before."

In the frame was a picture of you and Sylus. You were at an arcade, a line of claw machines sat behind you. In your arms was a plush penguin that Sylus had won you after countless attempts. Both of you were unsure of how much money he had actually ended up spending but you were sure he could have bought you a least five of the plushies online for the amount he spent on the one in the claw machine. It was the first time you and Sylus had done something that felt remotely like a date and you wanted to commemorate it with a picture. Of course, he had acted disinterested in taking it, letting you know that he was saying yes because you wanted to. However when you looked back at the photo your heart burst when you saw Sylus. While you smiled brightly at the camera his eyes were set on you, soft and adoring. It was the most gentle expression you had ever seen on his face. It was the look of a man in love. For this reason you had printed the photo as soon as you got home that evening. Something in you knew that it marked a beginning for you two.

Perhaps you should be embarrassed that you had a framed picture of the two of you displayed in your home but you knew Sylus was silently reveling in his discovery. Not so he could hold it over you but because it revealed something about your feelings towards him. With no words to say, you simply shrugged at him.

Sylus put the picture back and moved to the kitchen. He took his time as he opened your refrigerator and scanned it's contents then began opening all of your cabinets and drawers. You raised an eyebrow watching him, "Are you looking for something specific or do you just enjoy snooping?"

He continued his search of your kitchen space, "I just want to get an idea of where everything is." His tone indicated this is a space he planned to spend more time in. After he closed the last cabinet he came to stand in front of you, "There wasn't much food in there." He nodded towards the refrigerator, "Do you need me to order you some groceries?"

You rolled your eyes, "No, I'm perfectly capable of getting my own groceries. It's just the end of the week. I was planning on going to the store tomorrow. Tonight is takeout night."

Sylus came closer to you, "Next time I'll cook us dinner."

"You're the guest here. Next time I'll cook us dinner."

"Kitten," his hand came to rest on the top of your head, "You and I both know in the kitchen you are a lethal weapon." Memories of your first dinner at Sylus' drifted through your mind. He had insisted you just sit and watch as he prepared steak and salad. You wanted to be helpful though and you knew if you pressed hard enough, gave him your best kitten eyes, and cuddled close to him he would have no chance at resisting. He decided that chopping cucumbers for the salad was the best way you could be helpful. It felt like a child's task but at least it was something. However, you managed to slice your finger and Sylus spent five minutes tending to your wound before putting you on steak watch duty. You were supposed to flip the steak after three minutes and then let him know you had done so. It sounded simple enough but you got distracted watching Sylus cut vegetables and wash the lettuce. After a while, he felt your eyes on him. He looked up and grinned at you, then his eyes shifted to the steak on the stove next to you, "You haven't flipped it yet?" That snapped you out of your Sylus induced trance. When you flipped it over it was clear this cut was ruined. Neither of you were too interested in medium-well done steak and that was being generous. After that, you were ordered to sit on the sofa until dinner was ready

You shook your head, forcing the memory to dissipate, "Alright, I get it. You can cook for us next time."

Sylus smiled at you and put his arm around your shoulder. He led you to the couch where you sat nestled in his side. The two of you put on a movie while you decided on what to eat. The decision went the way it always did between the two of you; you said you didn't have any preference and then rejected every restaurant Sylus suggested. After five tries he sighed, pulled out his phone, and put an order in somewhere. He wouldn't tell you where just that you should trust him and you wouldn't be disappointed. He pulled you closer and you sank deep into the couch, putting your feet up on the coffee table in front of you. There was no doubt in your mind that whatever food Sylus had ordered would be exactly what you were in the mood for.

The two of you sat quietly on the couch, watching the movie and waiting for your food to arrive. Every so often Sylus would shift next to you. It didn't register at first but as it continued you realized how small your couch was and how large Sylus was. It certainly wasn't the large, plush, luxury sofa that sat in his living room. Suddenly a wave of thoughts hit you, 'He's not comfortable here. Why would he want to spend time somewhere he isn't comfortable? He's probably desperately waiting for the food to arrive so he can get up.'

You looked up at him, searching his face for any sign of the discomfort you were so sure he was experiencing. His eyes shifted from the movie to you with a quirked eyebrow, "Am I more interesting than the movie?"

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, "No, that's not it." You sat up and turned towards Sylus, "Are you comfortable?"

He raised an eyebrow at you, "I was more comfortable when you had your head on my shoulder." It was a light and teasing response.

You shook your head, "I'm being serious." There was a severity in your tone that raised a flag in Sylus' mind.

"Okay," he shifted his body to fully face you, "of course I'm comfortable. Why are you worried about that?"

You glanced down at your lap, "You seem cramped here. It's a smaller couch than you're used to and not nearly as soft." The moment the words left your mouth you flushed with embarrassment. While the insecurity was overwhelming your thoughts it sounded trivial when said out loud.

Sylus reached a hand out to tuck your hair behind your ear and cup your cheek, "Have I done something to make you think I care about the size of your couch, kitten?"

"It's just-" your eyes squeeze shut for a moment. You can't believe you're actually about to admit to your inferiority complex. "It's just, you live a pretty extravagant lifestyle and you're always spending money on me. I can't give you anything like the things you give me."

Suddenly Sylus was leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips. It was gentle and light, barely there, but his mouth lingered on yours. A few moments passed and he pulled back, his thumb rubbing across your cheek, "I don't need you to give me anything, sweetie."

"I know you don't need me to. I don't need you to do any of the things you do for me either, but that doesn't stop you."

He hummed, "I suppose it doesn't." Silence sat between the two of you as you looked at each other. Sylus seemed to be searching for something in your eyes. It didn't take him long to find it as he sighed and dropped his head, "I'm sorry."

Panic shot through your body, "Sorry? What could you possibly have to be sorry for?"

"I didn't consider how my frivolous spending on you might make you feel." He scooted closer to you and pulled towards him, pressing your head to his chest, "It makes me feel so good, I just assumed it was the same for you."

You wrapped your arms around his torso, "It makes you feel good to spend money on me?"

"Of course, kitten." A laugh rumbled in his chest, "Why on earth would I do it otherwise?"

Behind him, you pulled your arms tighter, bringing your torso flush to his, "Out of habit, I guess? Or because you felt bad for me that I don't have the things you have."

"You thought I wanted to elevate your lifestyle to what you believe my standards are?"

"Yea," you nodded your face against his chest, "I guess you could put it like that."

Sylus leaned back and put his fingers under your chin to lift your gaze to him, "I don't believe having money makes me better than you, sweetie. Maybe other people, but not you." He leans down to press a soft kiss on your right cheek, your forehead, then your left cheek. "I'm not spending money on you because I need you to have expensive things. I do it because I want to give you everything." Sylus takes your hand in his and presses it to his heart, "Do you feel that?" Beneath your hand his heartbeat drummed rapidly. For some reason it made you blush. "This is what it does to me, spending my money on you."

His confession felt overwhelmingly intimate. There was something sensual in his voice that made your brain fuzzy. "I don't understand."

Sylus dropped his head as he laughed, "Okay, kitten. Let me be more direct." His hands made their way down your back, sliding under your ass. In one swift motion he lifted you up and placed you on his lap. His voice was quiet when he leaned in to your ear, "It turns me on to use my money to buy you whatever you want."

There was no hiding the shiver that ran over your body. The two of you often teased each other and as your relationship progressed the teasing slowly became more suggestive. This was the first time Sylus had made such a blatant declaration though. His flirtation flustered you and you weren't sure how to respond. Thankfully you were saved by the ring of the doorbell. "The food." Your voice barely a whisper as you quickly scrambled off Sylus and made your way to the front door. Behind you he huffed out a laugh and rose off the couch. You grabbed the food from in front of your entryway and brought it into the kitchen, all the while avoiding eye contact with Sylus. Even without looking at him directly you could feel his gaze burning into you. As you began taking the food out of the bags, you took deep breaths to try and steady your racing heart. It was futile, of course, and only made worse by the strong arms that placed themselves on either side of you, leaning on the kitchen table.

"Why won't you look at me, sweetie?" Sylus brought his mouth close to your ear, his breath warm and tickling. The shiver returned and you knew he was grinning.

"I'm just trying to get the food out."

Sylus' strong hands gripped your shoulders and he gently turned you to face him. The look in his eyes was searing and he dragged his hands down your arms tortuously slow. Desire was thick in the air between you. This wasn't the first time you had a moment like this but it was still overwhelming for you. No one had ever wanted you the way Sylus did, desperately and unyielding. You were still figure out how to match his confidence.

"Leave the food for a bit." He leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, your neck, your collarbone.

You let your head fall back a bit, eyes fluttering shut, "Sylus, it will get cold."

"I'll order us more." Suddenly you were hoisted up with a yelp, legs wrapping around Sylus' waist. "I think it's time you gave me a tour of your bedroom, kitten." His lips claimed yours in a hungry kiss, his true intention never more clear. After a few moments Sylus pulled back, breath heavy and hot, lips already turning a deeper red. "Where?" He whispered.

Your brain was foggy with need making it difficult to form words. You pointed in the direction of a door across the living room. This made him smirk, clearly enjoying your sudden loss for words. As he carried you towards the door he dove back in for your lips. It was impossibly gentle and intense at the same time. One thought crossed your mind as you savored the taste of him and heard the door open, 'Sylus is about to become very acquainted with my bedroom.'