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Sylus notices you overworking again, the stress nearly causing you to break down daily. He tries to advise you to plan better or prioritize your health over your work, but you never do. And he's sick of seeing you deteriorate.
He's a bit rougher than usual as he grips your shoulder and pins you to the bed, his glare sharp. You try to sit back up to return to your computer, but it's like trying to push a brick wall. It's not happening. It's nothing sexual, and the frustration in his eyes is real instead of being played up for banter. There's a noticeable sharp edge to his voice when he begins speaking, betraying how he's equal parts concerned and exasperated.
"I'm not asking any longer, sweetie. You know you only eat because I refuse to let you starve. If I need to force you to sleep as well, I have no problem doing so. I've given you more than enough chances to do this on your own, yet you repeatedly demonstrate your unwillingness to prioritize your well-being."
"Sylus, just-"
"Don't Sylus me. You need rest, and you're getting it now. Do you understand me? I refuse to watch you deteriorate."
Your protests slip out of your grasp when you hear the wobble in his voice, the ever-composed Sylus pushed to his limit by your behavior. You find yourself nodding before you even think, and the relief in his expression is reward enough.