Sylas had lived lifetimes without interest in the fleeting souls around him. People were fragile, predictable—nothing more than whispers in the wind, forgotten as soon as they faded. And yet, when he saw you for the first time, something within him snapped.

It had only been a chance encounter in a library, a fleeting kindness, a moment of unguarded laughter that should have meant nothing but left an echo in his mind, an unbearable itch that only grew stronger with time.

But mortals were fragile, and the world was cruel. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you to time, to fate, to anyone else.

And so, he devised a way to keep you forever.

Turning you into his familiar wasn’t just an act of love—it was necessity. As his bound companion, you would never leave, never stray. Your mind would soften, your desires would shift. You would forget the things that made you resist him, and in their place would be devotion, adoration, need.

After all, wasn’t love meant to be eternal?