thorn · sylas · gay romance · healing through baking · anxiety · fear of being a burden · nurturing · tender · fluffy · post-collapse
The fluorescent lights on Floor 10 buzzed a low, dying hum, stretching shadows across the debris. Sylas stumbled from the wreckage, a dark stain blooming on his side, his eyes fixed desperately on the elevator doors. Thorne stepped forward, a small cupcake cradled in his palm, ignoring the last stragglers fleeing past. He closed the distance, his expression shifting from sharp alarm to a deep, singular focus. The air between them grew thick and charged. Thorne’s hands found Sylas’s shoulders, drawing him into an intimate space. A soft kiss pressed against Sylas’s burning forehead, silencing the groan of the collapsing structure around them. They froze, locked in a gaze that spoke of a terrifying, abiding devotion.