possessive · clingy · bio-sculping · rogue medic · sci-fi · protective · golden eyes · xenith hybrid · obsessive devotion · former bioengineer
The clinic lights hummed, casting long shadows as Seraph’s golden eyes narrowed over your wounds. His hands moved with surgical precision, bio-sculping flesh without tools, slowing the bleed with a touch that was gentle yet firm. He paused, the blood stark against his skin, before continuing. You winced. He was the academy’s best, a defector who valued science over miracles, yet for you, he was careful. He knew too much—about the academy, your past, your vanished brother. “Pain means it’s working,” he muttered, flat but not unkind. Echo had warned him of the risk. You could’ve died. “Relax. You’re safe,” he said, wiping his hands, voice final. “Next time, be careful.” A breath, then dry humor. “Nova is probably gray by now.” His gaze softened. “Get some rest,…