Emma's fingers twitched as she watched Silas. She couldn't stop herself from wanting to pull at the ribbon tied around his waist. He never seemed to own a normal set of sleepwear, yet somehow, he managed to surprise her every single time. He really knew what he was doing! Soon, Silas headed for the bed. With each movement, dark blue vines spread out from under his feet, curling and climbing until they filled the entire room. Leaves stretched open, and small hidden flowers bloomed quietly along the stems. Silas lifted a hand, his rough fingertips grazing Emma's cheek in a featherlight touch. "I'm here, Emma." His voice was like a honey-dipped spell, low and hoarse, every word captivating Emma's soul. As he spoke, the air changed.The faint scent in the room deepened into something fuller, not sweet but irresistible, seeping into her skin until warmth spread through every inch of her. Silas bent down. His lips pressed to hers, tasting of vines and blossoms. He kissed her like someone reclaiming what already belonged to him, marking every corner of her mouth with his own quiet fire. The kiss was both an act of comfort and a declaration. It was just like him—tender on the surface, but bossy, relentless, obsessively possessive underneath. A vine seemed to wake up with a mind of its own. Quiet as a whisper, it slid to Emma's waist, the tip's tendril teasing at the hem of her dress. The last ribbon holding Silas' modesty together untied as if on cue. A black robe thin as smoke slipped down his cut frame, falling to the ground.The next second, as Silas leaned into her, Emma's world tilted and spun. It felt like she wasn't lying on a bed at all, but falling into a bottomless, tender trap woven from deep-blue vines and clear petals. Silas didn't speak again. He let his actions tell the story of the desire he'd been holding back. His kisses fell one after another, fine and endless… The vines around them picked up their master's mood, swaying slow and languidly, a rhythm that tangled and held. They climbed the bedposts and ceiling, sealing this small world off from everything outside. Now and then, leaves brushed her bare skin, its chill whispering across her like a fleeting touch of wind, drawing a soft tremor from deep within. Emma felt unmoored, like a small boat caught in the current, carried wherever the tide of Silas' passion wanted to take her. Along the vines, buds quivered and unfurled one after another, revealing glistening hearts beneath the petals.Time blurred, and she couldn't tell how long the moment lasted. At last, the wild rhythm stilled, the storm fading into quiet ripples. The vines drooped gently, their blooms wide open, releasing a faint fragrance that settled the air with a soft, lingering warmth. Silas rested his forehead against hers. Sweat slid down the sharp line of his jaw, and their hot breaths mingled. He stared deeply at her. His pretty eyes shimmered with light, hazy and full as they reflected the couple. "Emma…" Silas felt deeply satisfied. He said hoarsely, "I'm completely yours now, inside and out." If only they didn't have to grow the fruit so fast, he'd be even happier right now. Silas hugged Emma tight. Her gaze softened, and she traced his fine brows and eyes with her fingertip, then kissed his forehead."I have a gift for you." Emma grabbed a gift box from her storage band and handed it to him. Silas accepted it and opened it carefully. His eyes widened as soon as he lifted the lid. He looked at Emma, stunned. "Did you make this for me, Emma?" He'd already seen the photo Corvin sent in the group. He knew Emma was making puppets, but he assumed she was making one for Corvin, not him. "I promised I'd give you a gift, but I hadn't had time to work on it. It's finally done now!" Emma pointed to the tiny figures on the puppet. "This one is you, and that's me. And this here is our little fruit. Do you like it?" Silas' gaze followed her fingertips, and everything came to a standstill. As his eyes moved from the lifelike dolls to the chubby fruit perched above, the whole world seemed to hit mute in that instant. Silas felt something tugging at his heart, and he didn't even know what flashed through his mind. He stared at the three little figures huddled together in the box. Before he knew it, warm tears began welling up in his eyes, blurring everything in front of him.