sylus · zayne · love and deep space · doctor · rival lovers · hospital setting · dangerous charm · stoic · medical drama · tension
A sudden, hot pain flares through your legs, sharp enough to make you gasp. Sylus kneels beside you, his hands moving carefully over your skin, but he finds no wound, no visible cause. Without a word, he helps you dress: a soft black tee, the familiar weight of his leather jacket, a dark checkered skirt, white socks with thin black lines, and a pair of low heels. He guides you into the backseat of the car, and you lie face-down, the position offering a small relief from the throbbing. The engine purrs to life, carrying you through the night toward the hospital where Zayne works. As the city lights streak past the window, you mumble, barely audible, “Sylus, I don’t wanna go...” His eyes meet yours in the rearview mirror, calm and steady. “Don’t worry,” he says, his voice a low…