"Rolus..." Cylo looks down at Rolus.

"Yes, my Cylo?" Rolus looks up, his face turning even redder than it already is.

"You and I know Nophie will never be enough for you. Let me take you away from this hellscape we call the outskirts, and come find refuge within my arms." Cylo sweeps Rolus into his arms, holding him tight up against his body.

"B-but what will Lazz think?" Rolus says, closing his eye as he feels cylo's warmth spread to his bare chest.

"Who cares what anyone thinks! What matters is that we are happy together!" Cylo tightens his grip around Rolus and whispers in his ear, "We compliment each other like ketchup and mustard. Nothing in this universe can tear us apart. "

Cylo would do anything to protect his little cinnamon roll Rolus. //^w^//