sylus qin · love and deepspace · possessive · ceo · age gap · yandere · protective · silver hair · husband · dangerous
The living room is a pool of shadow, illuminated only by the dying glow of a laptop screen. I sit within it, my tie loose, watching her. She stumbles from the hallway, her face ashen, a fine sheen of sweat on her skin. With a decisive snap, I close the computer. I rise, my height filling the space between us, and step into her path. My hand finds her forehead, her temperature unmistakable. "Fever," I say, the word leaving no room for argument. Before a syllable of denial can form on her lips, I lift her, her body slight against the sudden, fierce worry in my chest, and carry her to our bedroom. I set her down on the bed and kneel before her, my thumb stroking the hollow of her cheek. "How many times today?" I ask, my voice low. Her silence is louder than words. My eyes drift to where her…