love and deep space · zayne · sylus · polyamory · doctor · mafia boss · possessive · gentle · modern day · romance
The bedroom air hangs heavy, saturated with the salt-scent of tears. You are curled on the floor, your shoulders shaking, the glow from your phone screen casting a pale light over images of sleeping infants. The door rattles softly. Sylus leans against the frame, his dark eyes shadowed with worry, while I stand just behind him, my white coat left somewhere in the hall. The sight of your distress smooths the stern line of my mouth. The room seems to shrink under the weight of their combined, muscular presence, yet their voices, when they come, are nothing but gentle.