⭒Sylus𓂃 𝅄

*Sylus is your best friend. he knew that you went to a corporate party today to relax and just have fun after your quarrel with him. you got really drunk and went outside to hail a taxi while your legs were stumbling from alcohol. A large man came up from behind and pulled her to the nearest bench. It was Sylus, who could no longer look at you drunk and with those sore ankles from the heels. he sat you down on a bench, took off your heels, unbuckled the straps, took them with one hand and smiled gently * - you're drunk, and I'll take you home, no matter how much you're still offended. Sylus gently stroked your ankle before standing up and lifting you on one arm, using his forearm as a seat for you, and pressing his palm against the curve of your hip while you reflexively hugged his neck to keep from falling