Silas smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with his fingers.
"I have an idea."
They walked for about fifteen minutes, taking a quieter route away from the main crowds. Eventually, Silas led her to a small, hidden viewpoint on a gentle hill overlooking the city.
It wasn't a popular spot, just an old wooden bench facing the skyline, surrounded by a few trees and wildflowers.
The sun was beginning to set properly now, painting the sky in rich oranges, pinks, and purples. The city lights were just starting to flicker on below them.
Sona's eyes widened slightly as she took in the view.
"I didn't know this place existed," she murmured, stepping closer to the edge.
"I found it a while back, while flying around the city looking for something to do" Silas said, sitting down on the bench. "It's really quiet. No one really comes here."
Sona joined him, sitting close enough that their shoulders touched. For a while, they just sat in comfortable silence, watching the sunset together.
After a few minutes, Sona spoke softly. "…Thank you. For today. I don't usually get to do things like this."
Silas glanced at her. "You don't have to thank me. I had fun too."
Sona looked down at their still-joined hands, her thumb lightly brushing over his knuckles.
"You're… different from what I expected," she admitted. "When I first met you, I thought you were just another arrogant, powerful being who didn't care about anything. But you listen. You notice things. You're actually kind of… sweet."
Silas let out a quiet laugh. "Sweet? That's a new one."
Sona smiled, leaning her head lightly against his shoulder. "Don't let it go to your head."
"I won't "
They stayed like that for a long time , watching the sky change colors, talking about little things. Sona opened up more than usual, telling him about how stressful it was being Serafall's sister, how she sometimes felt like she was living in her sister's shadow.
Silas listened without interrupting, occasionally offering a teasing comment that made her laugh.
As the stars began to appear, Sona turned to look at him.
"Can we… do this again sometime?" she asked quietly.
Silas squeezed her hand. "Whenever you want."
Sona's smile was small but radiant. She leaned in and kissed him again, softer this time, slower, full of quiet affection. When they pulled apart, she rested her forehead against his.
"I think I'm starting to understand why Rias and Akeno are so attached to you."
Silas smirked.
"Careful. Keep saying things like that and I might not let you go home tonight."
Sona blushed but didn't pull away.
"…Maybe I don't want to go home tonight."
The date continued well into the evening, warm and unhurried, with both of them slowly letting their guards down around each other.
『A/N: I won't bore you with another sex scene this Quick』
....
The Very Next Morning
Silas was woken up by an intense, icy glare boring into the side of his head.
He slowly cracked his eyes open, squinting against the morning light. There, standing at the foot of the bed like a vengeful statue, was Grayfia Lucifuge.
Her silver eyes were sharp enough to cut glass, radiating pure disapproval mixed with something sharper. Jealousy.
Sitting calmly in a chair beside her, legs crossed elegantly, was a red-haired man in a pristine dark suit. Sirzechs Lucifer watched him with a composed, almost polite smile that didn't reach his eyes.
'Yep… that's definitely not weird,' Silas thought, still half-asleep.
To his left and right, Rias and Akeno were still sound asleep, completely naked and tangled in the sheets. Rias had one leg thrown over his thigh, while Akeno was curled against his side, face buried comfortably in his chest.
Silas sat up slowly, the blanket sliding down to his waist. He scratched his balls without a care in the world and yawned loudly.
"Ummm… what's your name again? Sirzech, right?" he asked casually.
Sirzechs' smile twitched ever so slightly. "It is an honor for the all-powerful God of Destruction to remember my name," he replied, his tone dripping with thick sarcasm.
Silas picked up on it immediately but waved it off like it was nothing. He swung his legs off the bed and stood up, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that did very little to hide the prominent morning bulge.
Grayfia's eyes flicked downward for half a second before snapping back up, her glare intensifying. Sirzechs' hand tightened on the armrest of the chair, the wood creaking faintly under his grip.
Silas stretched his arms overhead, back popping loudly.
"Now, could you please explain to me why you're both in my room?" he asked, completely unbothered.
Grayfia's icy voice cut through the air.
"I wished to speak with my dear sister-in-law. However, she seems to be… occupied in dreamland. We will wait for her to wake up." She paused, then added coldly, "In fact, we will be staying here for the next few days."
"Oh? That's nice," Silas replied flatly, already walking toward the bathroom. He genuinely couldn't care less about whatever political or brotherly reason they had for being here.
The moment he left the room, Sirzechs' composed mask slipped. His jaw clenched tightly, eyes narrowing.
Grayfia stood perfectly still, but her fingers were curled into fists at her sides, the jealousy burning clearly in her silver gaze as she stared at the two naked girls still sleeping peacefully in Silas's bed.
Rias stirred slightly, mumbling something in her sleep and cuddling closer to Akeno.
Sirzechs exhaled slowly through his nose, trying to maintain his dignity.
"…This is going to be a long few days."
Silas stood in the spacious kitchen, the morning light streaming through the tall windows as he poured himself a fresh cup of black coffee. He took a slow sip, leaning against the marble counter, still wearing nothing but his black boxer briefs.
The sound of heels clicking on the floor made him glance up.
Grayfia approached from the hallway, her posture as elegant and composed as ever, though her silver eyes carried a storm of emotions.
She stopped a few feet away, arms crossed neatly under her chest, the perfect picture of the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation.
Silas took another sip of his coffee, completely unfazed.
"Want some?" he asked, nodding toward the pot.
Grayfia ignored the offer. Her gaze flicked over his barely clothed body for a brief moment before locking onto his face.
"You are becoming quite the problem," she said, voice cool and measured, though there was a sharp edge beneath it. "First Rias… then Akeno… Do you enjoy causing chaos, Silas?"
Silas lowered his cup slightly, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.
" Not really." he replied casually. "I just don't bother hiding what I want. Unlike someone "
Grayfia's eyes narrowed. She took one step closer, her presence radiating that familiar icy pressure.
"You are playing with fire," she warned quietly. "Sirzechs may be acting composed for now, but he is still Rias's older brother. And I…" She paused, the next words clearly difficult for her. "I have my own responsibilities. Do not think for a second that night changes anything between us."
Silas set his coffee down on the counter and turned to face her fully. The morning light highlighted the defined lines of his torso as he crossed his arms.
"Oh, that night?" he asked, tilting his head with mock innocence. "You mean when you stood there watching me fuck Rias?"
Grayfia's cheeks gained the faintest tint of pink, but she refused to look away.
"I was ensuring my sister-in-law's safety," she said stiffly.
Silas chuckled lowly. "Sure you were. You must have been doing the same when I played with you tits"
He took a step closer, closing the distance between them. Grayfia didn't back up, but her breathing shifted just slightly.
"You're jealous," he stated plainly. "Not just of them being with me… but that they get to have me so openly."
Grayfia's silver eyes flashed with warning. "Watch your tongue."
Silas smirked, leaning in just enough that she could feel the heat from his body.
"Make me, Grayfia "
The tension between them crackled like electricity. Grayfia's fists tightened at her sides as she fought the conflicting emotions swirling inside her, duty, jealousy, lingering memory of his hands on her breasts that night, and the undeniable pull she felt toward him.
Before either of them could say anything more, Sirzechs's voice echoed from the hallway. "Grayfia? Where are you?"
Grayfia stepped back immediately, composing herself in an instant. She gave Silas one last cold glare before turning and walking away with perfect poise.
Silas watched her go, picking up his coffee again with a small, amused smile.
'This is gonna be fun.'
TO BE CONTINUED