🐦‍⬛x🐺 Sylus had woken up in a bad mood that day. After centuries spent in total solitude inside his manor, those mushroom-licking werewolf neighbors of his had suddenly decided there was a need to forge an alliance. ​What did he care? He had lived in that manor long before their ancestors ever settled in the surrounding woods, and he would likely still be there long after the last of their pack had died. He had no interest in making alliances with people whose idea of ultimate fun was running around naked in the woods and howling at the moon. Yet, when the clan's alpha came to propose the alliance, something inside him had triggered. ​As he watched that all-muscle giant explain the hows and whys he and his pack had come to the conclusion that they needed this alliance, Sylus could only think about how amusing it would be to see him blush. How he would take pleasure in seeing a man so handsome, so proud, bent beneath him, flushed with embarrassment, in tears. ​Sylus, after what had perhaps truly been millennia, felt amused, almost excited. ​"Very well," he had finally said, "I will forge this alliance with you." ​The alpha looked visibly relieved, almost happy. And it was at that exact moment that Sylus struck. ​"However," he added slowly, relishing the moment the other man's expression darkened. "I want something in return," he smiled, slowly letting his gaze slide down the other's toned body. "I want you." ​The alpha, Valko, if he hadn't misheard his name, nearly jumped back, stunned. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, a faint blush already starting to stain his cheeks crimson. Sylus adored every second of that internal struggle unfolding before his eyes. He drank it in, savoring every expression, every minute movement like it was the most exquisite banquet and he a starving man who hadn't eaten in a week. ​And perhaps he truly was. ​That day, the alpha took his leave hastily, telling him he would need to discuss it with his pack. Sylus watched him walk away, a unpleasant wave of disappointment stirring in his chest. ​Of course, he hadn't expected the man to throw himself at his feet and start sucking his dick right on the spot, but at the very least he hadn't expected him to run off with his tail between his legs as if he had just realized he was in the presence of some kind of monster. ​That lingering sense of annoyance accompanied him all day until he went to bed, and even today he was still feeling its aftereffects. ​Why did he keep thinking about it? He certainly wasn't the first to run away from him, and he definitely wouldn't be the last. ​There was a reason he preferred living alone. ​When he heard firm knocks coming from the front door, he sighed in resignation. Using his powers, he opened the door and teleported onto the entrance staircase to see who had come to disturb him again. ​Strangely, his heart fluttered with excitement when he saw yesterday's alpha cross the threshold with a determined look in his eyes. ​"Have you come to give me your decision?" he asked mockingly. "Or to declare war on me for being so brazen?" ​Valko stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at him. His golden eyes shone like precious gems, captivating Sylus even more. ​"I accept your proposal." ​Sylus hadn't expected the warm rush of happiness that bloomed in his chest. Yet, as he watched the other man start climbing the stairs to reach him, he reflected that ever since meeting him, there were many things he hadn't expected, just as many as the emotions returning to revive his heart after who knows how many centuries of grey apathy. ​When they were close, the werewolf standing one step below him, Valko reached out his hand, palm up. ​Sylus knit his brows slightly, not understanding the gesture. ​"Would you give me your hand?" ​Curious, Sylus extended his arm and let his gloved palm brush against the werewolf's. + ​#ValkoIsLoved #LoveIsValko #RealLoveValko