Subject:
Demand to Reinstate Male Lead Valko, Punish Malicious Rumormongers, and Urge Papergames to Address Players’ Grievances
Body:
To the Official Team of Papergames and the Creative Team of Love and Deepspace:
We are a coalition of fan creators and rights-defending players centered around Valko, the male lead of Love and Deepspace. Ever since Valko was abruptly removed from the game amid organized malicious rumor-mongering and defamation, we have remained restrained, hoping to await a fair response through rational communication. However, after a month-long silence and cold-shouldering, the patience and trust of countless domestic and overseas players who cherish this character have been completely exhausted. To this day, Papergames has remained silent, responding to the reasonable appeals of players at home and abroad with a policy of “cold treatment”.
Against this backdrop, we can no longer stay silent and hereby issue this formal statement.
I. We Strongly Condemn Online Violence; Our Coalition Will Initiate Legal Proceedings to Safeguard the Character’s Reputation
Valko is one of the confirmed male protagonists of Love and Deepspace. Since launch, he has been subjected to systematic, premeditated character assassination.
Some internet users have fabricated massive amounts of false information by selectively quoting fragments of dialogue, spreading slander, twisting established character settings, and maliciously escalating disputes into sensitive topics. Their actions have severely damaged Valko’s public image and inflicted profound harm on the emotional well-being of the player community, ultimately leading to the removal of the character. This constitutes blatant humiliation of all players who adore Valko and a violation of creative ecosystems and commercial ethics.
We cannot accept that a beloved character, without receiving a reasonable official response, endures sustained malicious attacks and unfounded disputes from online communities.
We vehemently condemn the conduct of certain individuals who fabricate false information, manipulate public opinion, and exploit sensitive content to smear the character and its player base. Meanwhile, we urge Papergames to face the current crisis squarely.
II. We Firmly Reject the “Freeze and Ignore” Cold-Treatment Policy; Papergames Must Acknowledge the Issue and Issue a Public Apology
Players’ affection and trust ought not to be endlessly exploited, nor should their appeals be indefinitely ignored.
What is intolerable is that, faced with massive sustained appeals and emotional outpourings from players across multiple channels, Papergames has adopted an outright “freeze and ignore” strategy: no responses, no explanations, and no substantive action. Such disregard for all players’ voices amounts to betrayal of a consumer community that has invested emotions and funds, and constitutes a grave disrespect to its own product characters and commercial credibility.
We demand that Papergames issue a formal, sincere public apology to Valko, all players hurt by this incident, and the broader domestic and overseas player community that follows this matter, for one month of disregard and silence. Evasion will not resolve problems; prolonged silence will only cement an impression of broken faith.
III. Valko Is Cherished by Massive Domestic and Overseas Player Base; Unfounded Controversies Should Not Be Borne by the Character and Its Players
Valko boasts a large, active global fanbase. His charisma, story potential carry sincere emotions and creative aspirations of countless people. All groundless controversies he has unfairly endured stem from organized defamation and dereliction of duty by the platform. The character and innocent players should not be forced to bear the consequences. Removing Valko from the game directly damages players’ emotional interests and consumer rights, and we will not accept this outcome.
IV. Uphold Commercial Integrity: We Demand a Clear and Comprehensive Resolution
Players’ trust must be cherished rather than recklessly squandered. We put forward the following non-negotiable demands and require Papergames to provide a written or official public reply within a specified timeframe:
Immediately restore the character’s reputation and advance his in-game rerun. Announce a complete, irreversible plan and timeline for Valko’s return as soon as possible, guaranteeing normal players a complete gaming experience and consumer rights as originally scheduled.
Officially assist rights protection and trace the source of rumors. As the official team of Love and Deepspace, take synchronized legal action targeting organized rumor-mongering and character assassination against Valko. Publicly support player rights protection, and cooperate with platforms to remove all false slanderous content and rehabilitate the character.
Establish transparent communication mechanisms. Prevent repeated “freeze and ignore” cold treatment that disregards player demands. Any adjustments involving character availability must be communicated in advance with reasonable explanations, so players no longer suffer amid uncertainty and anguish.
Valko is far more than lines of code or an upcoming playable character. He is a companion to countless players who have poured love and expectations into him. We will never allow him to be arbitrarily discarded after being smeared. We hope Papergames demonstrates due responsibility, upholds commercial ethics, and wins back the trust of players worldwide through concrete action. Should the official team continue to ignore this matter, the Valko player coalition reserves all rights to escalate actions further, including but not limited to collective consumer complaints, industry reports, and global exposure, until justice prevails.
🔎 Upon reading today’s theme, several beverages immediately came to mind. Alas, most of them contained ingredients that would likely be far too sour for Valko’s palate. Given his werewolf genome, he doesn’t seem particularly fond of sour flavours. Then I remembered his love of dairy products. After all, he emptied an entire carton of chocolate milk in a single sitting in his trailer! ꉂ(˶˃ ∇ ˂˵)
🥛 That ultimately led me to choose the Pistachio Lassi. It’s verdant hue instantly reminded me of the forests he holds so dear, making it feel like the perfect choice. (˶´ ˘ `˵)
Ingredients —
• Pishori Pistachios: ¾ cup, blanched and peeled
• Curd or Yogurt: 4 cups, chilled
• Sugar: 1 cup, powdered
• Pistachio slivers, for garnish (optional)
Recipe —
• Put the pistachios in a blender jar, add ½ cup water, and into a smooth paste.
• Take curd into a wide bowl, add powdered sugar, and churn using a wooden churner until smooth and creamy.
• Add the pistachio paste to the curd mixture, and churn again until the paste is fully incorporated.
• Pour the lassi into chilled serving glasses.
• Garnish with pistachio slivers (optional), and serve chilled.
This whole situation is no longer just about Valko, but also about the company's attitude towards its audience.
The game already had problems even before the new LI was announced and they ignored it.
Players offered ideas on how to improve the gaming experience, how to develop practically dead aspects of the game, but they were ignored.
Players wanted answers about the content release, but they were ignored.
Sylus and Caleb players still haven't received the same amount of base content as OG3, and all questions have been ignored.
They say they won't remove Valko, but they break their word and cancel him.
They say there will be a new Rafayel's myth in July, but they break their word again.
I wouldn't be surprised if the promised stories for Caleb and Sylus also don't come out when they promised (September and November).
Inflop shows itself to be a completely unreliable company. Now name at least one worthy reason why it is worth continuing to support them with money, because I don’t see it.
Thank you everyone who voted! The next work voted for was Yandere LADS. I got too excited and made each guys' part kind of long :(. So, since I am still working on Xavier's and Rafayel's, I will split the work into two parts.
Sypnosis: Alternate AUs where each LADS LIs is a Yandere.
Tags: Yandere LADS LIs x reader, Yandere Reader (In Caleb’s), Possessive/toxic behaviour, Power Dynamic, Age Gap, Angst, Self-Deprecation, Self-Harm, Swearing, Murder, Depression/Suicidal Thoughts, Nightmares, Suggestive, Alternate AUs, Pseudo Incest.
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Prequel / Continuation
Sylus: Grunt!Reader x Crime Boss!Sylus
“I am leaving” You declared proudly staring at the inquisitive red eyes of your now former boss and Leader of Onychinus, Sylus. Sylus smirked from his desk, got up and leaned next to you. Towering and looking down at you amused. As if the topic of your life and future was a game to him.
“Do you truly believe you will make it out there without me?” You gulped as he got closer and closer to you, invading your bubble. As he spoke, you felt his hot breath on your skin. “I made you. You were nothing, but a poor wet kitten on the streets; Feasting on nothing, but scraps. What makes you think you can make it without me now?”
You glared defiantly at him. A part of you screamed that he was right and you should stay, but the pit in your stomach knew you needed to leave. You couldn’t take the constant back and forth, wondering if he thought of you as more than an employee. If those small touches and longing looks meant something to him too, or was it all a facade in your head. Things between the both of you became even more complicated when MC, his literal soulmate returned. You couldn’t take the pain of the looming rejection anymore. You would rather run.
“I will make it, watch me!” You had expected (and hoped) that he would stop you, but he backed away with arms in the air in faux defeat.
“Alright Kitten, I won’t stop you, but I guarantee you one thing. You will come back, and when you do, you better come crawling and begging.” You rolled your eyes.
Not in a million years would I crawl and beg for a man. Especially one spoken for.
You scowled at him a final time and left his office and base as quickly as you could. You truly believed that you would never see his pompous face again. However, you missed his anguished and determined gaze as you left. Sylus never lets go of what or who he wanted. He wasn’t going to force you to come back. He planned to make your life incredibly difficult without him, to the point you would know that you needed him.
His scheme began the moment you left. Previously, your experience and talent as a criminal would have landed you many jobs in the N109 Zone, but that was no longer the case. Sylus personally had you blacklisted from all other criminal groups in the N109 Zone. Anyone who worked with you, would lose Onychinus, and nobody besides the smaller, erratic groups would risk having Onychinus as an enemy. Leaving you with only minor jobs with shitty pay. Additionally, suddenly the building you rented your apartment had a new owner, and coincidentally, rent was 100x more expensive, for you and only you. You did your best to scrape by. Doing every shitty job you could get, selling everything you owned, but with you not being able to make any money, you were scolded multiple times by your building manager. Until one day, your building manager had enough of your failed payments and had you booted out of your apartment. Putting you back on the streets with only a few pieces of clothing.
When you thought your life couldn’t get any worse, people seemed to be trailing you, looking at you maliciously and greedily. You couldn’t understand until a random street punk pulled a knife on you and attempted to murder you, in the middle of the night. With your training, you were able to easily incapacitate him. As your attacker lied on the street, groaning in pain, you checked his pocket and saw the reason for his attempted murder. He did it for a bounty. In his pocket, was a dead or alive poster with your face on it. The poster offered a million dollars for you, from your former boss.
Fuck that Man.
You tried to survive, out of spite, but day after day it got worse and worse and worse. You had no money, nobody would hire you or let you live in their building, and random thugs would attack you almost every single night. You thought about leaving the N109 Zone all together, living a civilian life, but, unsurprisingly, your record was suddenly put into the Hunter Association database by a mysterious whistleblower. Escaping the N109 Zone was impossible. Sylus had effectively, in the span of a few weeks, made your survival impossible. It was either die, or beg for forgiveness. Your pride wouldn’t let you, you wanted to prove to him and everyone else you didn’t need him.
Until one particular exhausting night. You had just finished a job for a scummy low-life “Crime Lord”. The scum refused to pay you more than one meal would cost you, because you were a liability. Still as you held the small amount of money, you were giddy. Hopping with joy. The prospect of a delicious bowl of warm instant ramen was enticing. You bought the noodles with a third of your money, and sat under a bridge. The aroma of the meaty broth made your mouth water. You moved the cup close to your mouth, when your ramen was kicked from your hands. Splashing all over you and the muddy ground. Your brain cracked as three men surrounded you and laughed, circling around you as though they were the predators.
“Sorry bitch, it’s time for you to die.” One of them chanted with a gravely voice while the others laughed behind him like hyenas.
Your heart filled with unbridled rage. All you wanted was one moment of peace, but this is what you had to deal with? You felt as though a beast inside you, tormented and anguished was released. You saw red. When you came back, two of the men were long gone, and below you was the pummeled and bloody third one. Your knuckles were stained red and bruised. The man gurgled blood and moaned in pain.
“Asshole.” You whispered as you left him on the ground dying. Your eyes were tearing up, but you refused to let them fall.
I’ll just buy another cup of ramen.
You searched your pockets and realized your money was missing. You retraced your steps, and saw a stupid mechanical crow staring at you with red judgemental eyes and your money in its beak.
“Mephisto, give it back.” The bird simply cawed at you, and began flying around you, taunting you.
“GIVE IT BACK!” You screamed, chasing the bird around until you fell onto the cold, muddy ground. The bird cawed, almost as though he was laughing at you from a branch you couldn’t reach. On the ground, the strong facade you built for yourself came crashing down. You had been gutted and left with nothing. You pounded your fists on the ground and mud continuously. Your blood spilled into the dirt, until you broke down and wailed. You imagined Sylus’ arrogant smirk as you wiped your tears with your dirty hands and pulled on your own hair. It was too much, you needed help, you needed him.
“Have you finally come to your senses.”
You looked up to see your torturer and saviour, Sylus, standing victoriously. You trembled, you were too ashamed to look at him. You looked down to the ground, your tears falling and lost to the mud. You just wanted everything to be over.
“I’m sorry.” You whimpered. You could hear his steps approach you. He stopped when his black dress shoes were near your dirty knees. Sylus laughed haughtily.
“You can muster a better apology than that? Remember what I said before. Beg and crawl.” A small piece of your ego demanded you refuse, but you were too broken to care. He won. You crawled closer to him, and hugged his leg while continuing to stare at the ground.
“Please forgive me, I was wrong. I’m so sorry, Sylus.” You heard him sigh as he kneeled in front you. His coarse hand ghosted your neck. In the back of your mind, you knew there was a possibility he might choose to kill you, strangle you to death. With this in mind, you still chose not to move. You accepted your defeat. Abruptly, the hand near your throat grabbed your chin, raising your gaze to his eyes. He looked at your weeping eyes pitifully.
“Poor Kitten, I think you’ve learned your lesson. Come, let’s go home.”
He lifted you up from the ground and carried you, holding your body close to his own firm one. Once near his sportscar, he put your limp body in the passenger seat and began to drive. You felt numb. You stared at the passing lights, barely feeling the warmth of the possessive hand on your thigh. He drove you straight to the base.
Returning to your “home”, he refused to let you move on your own. Immediately, he carried you to his private washroom, stripping you of your clothes. Tenderly, he removed each article of clothing and prepared a warm bath scented with lavender bath salts. Once ready, he gently laid you on the bath and affectionately scrubbed and washed your body. Occasionally kissing your head, hands, and arms. You felt entranced, too relaxed and at peace to question his weird behaviour. He treated you as his lover, and not a former employee he easily threw to the blood thirsty wolves.
After your bath, he dressed you in only a silk robe, adorned in his colors and laid you on his bed. You stared down on yourself, hearing Sylus shuffling around. You were unsure what to look at, or what will happen next. You felt grateful, at least your last moments were on a comfortable bed, and not a muddy and cold alley. While contemplating your possible fate, Sylus laid next to you and held you tightly in his arms.
You stared at him bewildered, seeing him snuggled on your shoulder.
“Aren’t you going to kill me?” He looked at you amused and laughed.
“Why would I kill you? You’ve learned your lesson. You need me, and you will never leave my side again, right?” You nodded, but your response wasn’t enough. He held your cheek firmly in his hands and made you look in his eyes.
“I need you to say it.” You felt a chill down your spine. As you opened your mouth, you felt you were signing away your soul to a demon, but after the shit you’ve been through, you no longer cared.
“I need you, and I will never leave your side.” Sylus smiled and leaned closer to you. Your heart pumped rapidly, your body heated up as he held your face and gave you a chastised kiss on your lips. You felt dizzy.
What is happening?
When his lips left yours, you were shocked and looked up at him with wide eyes.
“What about MC?” He smirked.
“Is that why you had a tantrum? Were you jealous?” You looked away with a pout. He grabbed your chin again and pulled you to look back at him. His eyes tracking you, like a predator observing his prey.
“You don’t need to worry about her anymore. She’s gone, and I am finally whole. I will give my entire self to you and you will give your entire self to me.”
He held you tightly, so tightly that you struggled to breathe. Tears welled up in your eyes. You weren’t sure whether it was relief from having your feelings returned or the dread from the horrible realisation that you were trapped and there was no possible way to escape.
Caleb: Former Daughter-In-Law!Reader x Former Father-In-Law!Caleb
When you first met your father-in-law, Caleb Xia, you hadn’t expected the warm reception you received. Every conversation you had with your then husband was negative about his father. Your spouse vehemently despised him. He told you how cold, distant, and because of Caleb’s high status in the fleet, very militant and by the book his dad was. However, the man you met was the complete opposite. The moment you entered your father-in-law’s house for the first time, he hugged you and greeted you cheerfully. Since then, you and father-in-law became close. You were orphaned as a child and raised by your grandmother, so you thought of him as the father figure you never had. He would always welcome you anytime to his house for coffee, shower you with gifts and flowers every holiday, and hold conversations with you for hours. He was your second favorite person in the world (besides your husband).
Everything in your life seemed perfect. You were living your dream as a stay at home wife. You had an amazing husband, great family and friends. You were happy, until one day that perfect life shattered. One night, when you returned home, all your husband’s belongings and car were gone. There was no note, no explanation, he just vanished. Of course you knew, you had only one place for solace and consolation. You knocked on your father-in-law’s door.
Caleb’s heart broke when he opened the door, and found you soaking wet from the rain. The pained look in your face reminded him of a puppy abandoned on the street. Your eyes were red and puffy from hours of crying. He immediately wrapped his arms around you and held you close the whole night, while you explained and vented about your husband’s disappearance. He listened to you intently and grieved his son with you. However, while you talked, you noticed a weird detail. He didn’t seem devastated by the loss of his son. He appeared more upset with your husband’s betrayal.
“He never deserved you Pipsqueak.” He whispered as he held you in his lap and drew shapes with his finger on your thigh.
“I know, but it still hurts.” You answered as you buried your head into his strong chest.
You stayed in his arms for hours and the pain slowly dampened. Once your tears dried and you were able to breathe without his comforting words, Caleb prepared a guest room for you and you stayed that night. The next day, you felt a deep dread.
“I don’t want to go home. I can’t handle seeing it empty.” You confessed to your father-in-law. Caleb simply nodded, kissed your forehead and whispered:
“I’ll take care of it.”
At the time, you simply nodded and stayed in bed. You hadn’t anticipated Caleb to return home with a large sum of cash (the equivalent of double your house’s worth) and handing it to you.
“What’s this?” You asked, feeling confused and sifted the cash in your hand.
“I told you I’ll take care of it. Your house is sold and everything in your home will be put in storage.” Your stare narrowed. In your mind, you recognized this wasn’t right. You never told him to sell your home for you. You should have had more time to consider this. At the same time, you felt relieved. Another symbol of your husband’s abandonment dealt with and gone.
“Thank you.” You smiled sweetly, not realizing the effect you had on your ex-father-in-law. He felt euphoric, obsessed by your beautiful smile. He needed to do everything to make you happy.
You stayed at his home for weeks after he sold your previous home. You felt pathetic. You couldn’t understand Caleb’s kindness. Why would he keep you around? You provided nothing and were a burden. You approached Caleb and asserted you would get a job and pay rent, but he quickly dismissed you. Instead, he made a simple request. All he wanted from you was for you to help with the cleaning, cooking, and maintenance of his home, and as a reward, he would provide a handsome weekly allowance. You felt guilty. Were you taking advantage of your generous father figure? Still, it was too great of an offer to reject.
You agreed to his terms and you both acted like platonic roommates with a consistent routine. You and Caleb would have breakfast. Caleb would leave to work while you would clean ,maintain the house and make dinner. When he returned, you both ate together and later stayed up for a few hours enjoying each other's company. Then at the end of the night, you both slept in your own separate rooms.
For the few months you started living with your ex father-in-law, you felt domestic bliss. You loved caring for Caleb and being the one he came home to. He was always appreciative and constantly praised your work. He would also give you small gifts and trinkets as a thank you. It reminded you how your ex-husband used to be before he left you. Your feelings for Caleb twisted into something different. You no longer felt a paternal connection to him, but something deeper, loving, possessive.
It was getting harder and harder for you to deny how Caleb made you feel. There was an age gap between you of 20 years, you being 26 and him being 47, but besides his crowfeet and greying hair, it was hard to tell. Caleb was tall, undeniably handsome and buff. You caught yourself multiple times staring at his chiseled body, longing to be in his arms again like the night you arrived. A small voice in the back of your mind called you perverse. You tried to ignore your growing desires, but you were losing control. You were craving more and more of him. You wondered each day if he felt the same.
The change in your relationship was gradual. It started with accidental touches, a few flirty words, lingering looks, then one night, your relationship flipped. On a normal weeknight, he didn’t come home at the same time as he always did. You felt anxious. What if he abandoned you too? Did you do something wrong? Was there someone else? You paced around and around. The food on the dining table turned cold. You tried to eat, but the idea of possibly being replaced again repulsed you. At midnight, Caleb finally stumbled home.
“Pipsqueek, I missed you.” He slurred, with a goofy grin as he struggled to walk towards you for a hug. You laughed and held him. At first, you enjoyed the warmth from his body against yours, but an intrusive scent made your stomach churn, and a chill run down your spine. You were suddenly attacked by a powerful smell of women’s perfume.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
You knew you didn’t have a right to be upset. You were his former daughter-in-law, his roommate. You had no claim to him as a partner or a man. Still, you were choked with bitterness.
Of course he wouldn’t want me. I'm nothing but a silly and dumb house wife! You aren’t the mother of his kids, or anyone significant to him. I’m so stupid. He probably knows so many beautiful, smart and charming women from work. I’m so stupid.
You didn’t want to act upset, but the rejection gnawed at you. He held you close, snuggled against you, and babbled about how much he missed you. Before, you would have felt happy with his attention, now you felt disgusted by him and yourself. You refused to continue holding him back, you dropped your arms and kept them stubbornly at your own side. Subconsciously, you scowled. Caleb noticed your cold demeanor. He let go of you, cocked his head and with puppy eyes and a pout he asked:
“Are you ok Y/N?” You were irritated. Why is he treating you so lovingly, like he isn’t already accounted for. You backed away, not daring to look into his eyes, knowing his violet eyes would reel you back to him and answered hastily.
“I’m fine, just tired.” You then marched to the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water, returned to Caleb and shoved the drink into his hands.
“Here, drink water and rest. Good night.” As quickly as your body could muster, you left his side and rapidly walked to your room. Tears fell down your face. You felt pathetic crying over a man that wasn’t yours. You locked the door to your room and curled into bed. Your face firmly planted into your pillow. You cried into your sheets, muffling any sound from your mouth.
“Y/N?” You heard a hesitant knock on your door. Caleb was calling you, worried. You quickly wiped your eyes, cleared your throat and answered:
“I’m fine, go away!” Your response reminded you of when you were a teenager. When you would lock yourself in your room, while your grandma knocked on your door hoping to cheer you up after you were bullied at school. You felt small and pathetic.
“Y/N, please, did I upset you?” You refused to answer. You just curled further into yourself, while he continued softly knocking and called your name. You prayed he would leave you alone. All you wanted now was to feel sorry for yourself and cry yourself to sleep. After he knocked for a while, he abruptly stopped. You figured he gave up and went to bed, when suddenly:
Clink
Your door swung open.
“What the fuck!” You screamed as Caleb barged into your room. You scrambled and attempted to cover yourself, but you quickly found yourself trapped between his arms.
“What are you doing?!” You yelled, yet he refused to respond. Instead he studied your face, and frowned. His eyes filled with guilt.
“I don’t know what I did. Please don’t push me away, I’m sorrrry” He slurred as he held you snuggly in his arms, his head rubbing against your own. You made a mortified groan and attempted to escape his hold, but he was so much stronger than you.
“Leave me alone.” You tried to kick him away, but your whole body was trapped under him. He looked down at you with pleading eyes.
“Please Y/N, I need you, tell me what I did wrong.” You huffed and looked away from him. You were embarrassed, but you just wanted him to leave you alone.
“Fine, I’ll tell you! You keep acting cutesy and loving with me and it makes me uncomfortable. You have a girlfriend, so stop it!” He immediately paled, his eyes narrowed and darkened.
“Did someone tell you I have a girlfriend?” He asked with a grimace.
“No, but I have a nose. I can smell another woman’s perfume on you.” Caleb's eyes lightened and he laughed. You glared back at him.
“What’s so funny?”
“Silly girl, I don’t have a girlfriend. One of my disgusting coworkers tried to cozy up to me, so I shut that down as soon as I could.” He grabbed your hand and pressed gentle kisses to your fingers. You blushed at the bold act. “AND I never will have one, unless it’s my one and only special girl.” You felt a sharp pain in your chest.
“And who is this mystery girl?” He giggled again and left a slobbery kiss on your cheek. Your cheeks heated up as he rested his face against yours.
“Obviously it’s you.” He declared proudly as he hugged you. “I’ve done so much to have you, do you think I’m willingly going to let you go?”
“What have you done to have me?” Caleb’s purple eyes widened, realizing he slipped up. He looked away from you and laughed under his breath. He petted your hair.
“You don’t have to worry about that Pipsqueak. Starting today, I will take care of everything. Just tell me you want me too.” You nodded vehemently.
“I do.” He smiled and kissed you.
After that night, your depressing grey life was revived, love and color returned. You both stuck to your routine, but there was no longer any pining. Your usual day was filled with acclamations of love, kisses (both chaste and intense), gifts, nights of passion and everything in between. You felt happy again, maybe even happier than before, but not everything was perfect.
After officially dating, a lot of your friends and family refused to accept your new relationship and cut you out. Another complaint was Caleb’s overprotectiveness. You wanted to go out more often for dates, trips, and shopping, even just on your own, but Caleb always insisted you stay inside. You also observed when Caleb would leave the house, slowly, more and more doors and windows were locked, with you unable to open them. You questioned him about it, but he asserted it was for your own safety. Despite your concerns, you chose to ignore them. Choosing happiness over knowledge, over your independence.
This was until a man started to knock on your door everyday. You thought it was an annoying salesman. You typically ignore them, but he began returning multiple times a day. You were sick of it. You finally decided to open the door and a well coiffed man with a checkered grey suit stood outside. Before you could reject his product, the man started:
“Are you Mrs. Xia?”
“No, I am not currently married to Caleb Xia.” The man at the door squinted at you.
“No, I am asking if you are the wife of [Ex-husband’s name]?” You laughed. How weird must you seem? Having seemingly moved on so fast from your ex and started dating his father.
“I was, but he left me months ago, why?” The man’s face looked grim.
“Ma'am, I am sorry to inform you, your ex-husband is dead. We believe he was murdered a few months back.” You frowned and looked down. A typical wife, perhaps even an ex-wife would have felt shocked and sorrowful. Unfortunately, you weren’t typically. If you were honest, you didn’t care. In fact, you felt a bit of glee that he was punished for hurting you.
“I am saddened to hear that, thank you for informing me. I wish I could help in the investigation, but he left me months ago.” The investigator nodded pensively.
“Of course, I understand you may not have information on his murder, but you might have information on his murderer.”
“How would I have information on his murderer?”
“We believe Caleb Xia may be involved in the murder of your ex-husband.”
Zayne: Patient!Reader x Doctor!Zayne
You woke up in a complete panic. You couldn’t remember anything. You desperately tried to recall something. Who you were, where you are, even just your own name, but nothing. You frantically looked around trying to feel any familiarity. The walls were reinforced with metal, there were no windows. The only light was from the LED lights on the ceiling. In front of you was a sealed steel door. The room was lightly decorated, it looked like it was built with only the essentials in mind, no real personality behind it.
Am I in a bunker? Why would I be here?
Fearful, you tried to move around, but your arms and legs were bound to the bed by handcuffs. Were you kidnapped? Why couldn’t you remember anything?
You screamed.
“IS THERE ANYONE THERE? PLEASE HELP!” You kept yelling, but the only response was your own echo. You tried to wiggle your limbs out of your binds, when you felt a sharp pain in your ankle and whimpered. You looked down at your legs and noticed your ankle was red and swelling. It was sprained. The terror became all-consuming. You were gasping for air, your body was trembling, you began to tear up. You felt hopeless, when you heard the door in front of you unlock.
You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself, before the person (who you hoped was your savior) entered inside. The man who opened the door was undeniably handsome. He was fair-skinned. All his features were sharp. He was tall with dark hair and green hazel eyes, and wore a white doctor's coat with scrubs and a stethoscope. You felt yourself calming down a bit seeing another person that looked clean, professional, and more importantly less of a threat.
“I need help.” You begged him as he approached, coldly studying you. His cold demeanor spiked your nerves. “Someone kidnapped me and trapped me in this bunker. Please help me.” He barely reacted, instead he stood right next to you, looking down on you. His cold stare made your body shiver.
“You weren’t kidnapped, you were brought here. It's for your own safety.” He answered clinically. “There’s been a virus spreading around that makes people act erratically and violently. This multi-room facility bunker was opened to keep those not infected safe. Each patient has their own room. My name is Zayne, I am the doctor in charge of this facility.”
A zombie apocalypse?
This didn’t feel real, it was like you were in a horror movie.
“Soo, people are turning into zombies?” You asked and giggled anxiously, hoping this was all an elaborate joke. The doctor didn’t laugh with you, he remained stoic.
“Unfortunately, yes. You need to stay here until a vaccine is created.” You sighed, trying to absorb everything in this new world you landed into.
“Do I have to be kept bound to my bed?” He looked at your restraints pensively before returning his gaze to you.
“It doesn’t seem you will.” He answered as he laid his hand on your restrained wrist. “Though you will have to stay in this room.” You groaned. Being stuck in this room sounded like torture, but this torture sounded better than dying by a hoard of hungry zombies. For your own survival, you knew you could sacrifice some freedom, but you did have a question.
“Why can’t I remember anything?” Zayne answered immediately, although anticipating your question.
“Unfortunately, when you arrived, you were gravely hurt. You were attacked by “zombies”, but luckily you were uninfected. It did take a few months for you to recover. You were in a coma until now. Perhaps, you lost your memories after your attack.” You nodded, and immediately felt relief. You weren’t kidnapped, in fact, you were in the safest place you can be.
“That makes sense, thank you Doctor.” Zayne, for the first time, smiled at you. You felt your heart flutter.
“Of course, now I’ll unlock your handcuffs.” Zayne circled around you and unlocked each restraint one by one. Your cheek flushed at his light touches that were occasionally longer than it should have. You thanked him again and attempted to stand, but the stabbing pain from your ankle reminded you of your injury. Zayne looked at you concerned.
“You should avoid walking with that sprain. Here, I’ll carry you and show you around your new living space”.
Zayne lifted you and with you on his back, walked you around your room. Apparently, as per Zayne, the room was specifically tailored to keep you entertained and comfortable during your stay. You had the basics, a fully stocked washroom in a separate room, a bed, night light, couch, coffee table and a dresser filled with different cutesy and soft pajamas and undergarments. For entertainment, there was a tv with the newest game console, pre-loaded with your favorite games, shows, and movies. A desk stocked with supplies for journaling and drawing. There was even an indoor cycle bike. It felt perfect for you, oddly so. Though you did ask about food and laundry while Zayne returned you to the bed and lifted and wrapped your injured ankle.
“Food and laundry is handled by staff. You will be fed three times a day at 8am, 12pm, and 5pm. The food tray will be slid into your room from under your door. Laundry is done every 3 days. Just leave your laundry basket in front of the door and it will be picked up early in the morning.” You nodded as your mind swirled with all the information about your new and smaller world. After finishing wrapping and icing your injury, Zayne stood up to leave.
“That is everything for today, I will be back tomorrow for your daily check up.” As he walked away, you suddenly came to a weird realization. You still didn’t know your name.
“Wait!” Zayne turned to you abruptly, looking shocked by your sudden outburst. “What’s my name?” The doctor looked down and back to you.
“Your name is Y/N Li."
After you woke up and your ankle healed, your life became mundane. Each day was the same.
Wake up
Shower
Eat breakfast
Daily Check up with Zayne
Eat Lunch
Exercise
Draw
Eat Dinner
Play games or watch a movie or show
Journal
Sleep
You enjoyed the mundanity at first, but after a while you felt isolated. The only break from your loneliness was Zayne. He was cold and barely spoke, but you started getting excited to see him. He was the only person you saw on a day to day basis and his familiarity made you develop a small crush on him. Consequently, you were determined to get closer to him. Break down the wall he puts between you both. You knew his feelings towards you were professional, but you had to find a way to change that.
One day, you decided to push yourself. Before Zayne’s check up, you made sure to shower, put on makeup and put on the cutest outfit you had. A silk white robe and a jade green nightgown. Both patterned with Jasmine flowers. When Zayne finally entered, he seemed initially surprised by your appearance. You grinned as you noticed the tips of his ears turning red.
“Good Morning Dr. Zayne.” Zayne cleared his throat and approached.
“Good Morning Y/N, I’ll check you out- I mean proceed with your check-up.” You giggled at his slipout.
So cute!
You laid on your bed, gesturing towards your body.
“Go ahead.” The doctor from the onset appeared calm, but as he held the stethoscope to your chest, you felt his hand tremble. It was working! You held his trembling hand, leaned forward and seductively asked:
“You seem uncharacteristically nervous. Are you okay Dr. Zayne?” His face turned red, but he simply coughed again and sheepishly said:
“I’m fine.” He continued the check-up, but besides the slight tremor and blushing, he didn’t stray from the norm. He completed his standard procedure and as before he simply declared:
“You are perfectly fine, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You felt crushed. Your original plan for attention failed. Luckily, you weren’t one to give up. You desperately grabbed his hand. He turned around surprised.
“Is something wrong Y/N?” You pulled the most pitiful look you could. Your lips pouted, eyes open wide, body slouched.
“I’m bored, I need someone to keep me company.” You gently stroked your thumb on the back of his hand. “Are you free later?” You could tell Zayne was thinking of a response, but besides that, his face didn’t betray how he felt. As always, cold and stoic. A wave of shame and regret flooded you. You let go of his hand and felt extremely embarrassed by your desperation. An apology was at the tip of your tongue when he answered:
“I still have patients to see, and some other additional work, but I can see you right after.” You immediately got giddy and dorkily smiled at him.
“Alright, I’ll see him then!” He left and you were immediately excited. You continued your normal routine with an extra pep in your step. Time passed quickly, until you finished your dinner and heard a knock on your door. Then entered Zayne with a plate of blue macarons.
“Good evening Y/N.”
“Hi Zayne! You actually came.”
“Of course, now what do you want to do?” You sat on your couch and tapped on the spot beside you. Inviting him to sit next to you. While Zayne took a seat and placed the dessert on the dining table, you turned on the tv and played a documentary you thought Zayne would enjoy. A documentary about the life of a penguin. You enjoyed the show, but watching Zayne’s being completely observed, emoting how he felt about each scene brought a smile to your face.
He’s so invested. Adorable.
You hadn’t realized you’ve been staring too long, until Zayne stopped watching and looked back at you.
“Is there a reason you are so interested in my face?” Your face heated up and you nervously rubbed the back of your neck.
“No… I mean yeah. You were just so immersed in the show, you must really like penguins.” Zayne shyly laughed.
“Yes, I actually watched this documentary multiple times. I would consider it one of my comfort shows. It’s a great pick, why did you choose it?”
You shrugged. You honestly didn’t know why you selected it, or why you thought or maybe even knew that Zayne would enjoy it.
“I don’t know, I just sensed it?” Zayne stared at you skeptically. His smile disappeared as he studied your face. You couldn’t understand why he seemed to take your answer grimly. You wanted to ask, but before you could talk, he grabbed a macaron and handed it to you.
“Here, the staff made these earlier. I think you will like it.” You nodded, took the macaron, and ate it. It was amazing. The crisp shell, the delicious and smooth blueberry filling. It was sweet and tart, you loved it, but it weirdly made you feel nostalgic. Have you had these macarons before? You weren’t sure what to say. You felt heartbroken that you recognized a piece of your past life, but couldn’t remember anything about it.
“Do you like them?” You gazed at Zayne and tried to put on a sincere smile, but you felt a bit down.
“Yeah I do. It tastes familiar, but I can’t pinpoint why. Honestly not remembering anything has been really frustrating. ” Zayne looked at you sympathetically and patted your shoulder. You were surprised and flustered by his sudden skin ship.
“I understand it’s frustrating, but don’t pressure yourself to remember. You have to allow your mind to naturally heal, and even if you don’t ever remember your past, you can still live a fulfilling life without them.” You nodded, and thanked Zayne for his advice. It was touching that he was willing to comfort you, but you felt irked. You chastised yourself for your annoyance.
Why does what he said bother me? He is just being nice.
Nevertheless, you enjoyed the rest of your movie night, and wanted to see Zayne more. Day by day, you both became closer. As often as he could, your doctor would visit your room and spend time with you. When he could, you both would have dinner and either watch a movie or show, play games together, or occasionally he would work on his laptop and you'd stay by his side and entertain yourself. To you, this was the best moment of your days. You constantly looked forward to seeing him and your crush grew. As you spent more time with him, you realized his cold and intellectual demeanor was a mask. He was intelligent, but he was also kind, comforting, and his obsession with sweets and small animals was adorable. You couldn’t help but gravitate towards him. You found yourself physically moving closer to him, either sitting, lying close to him and even leaning on him. Sometimes, you both even held hands and hugged each other. Each touch made you flustered. You couldn’t believe such simple acts made you embarrassed. You felt like a school girl.
Everything felt idyllic for a while, but the happiness you felt was slowly replaced. Following the movie night, you were tormented at night with vivid nightmares. Dreams of malicious eyes on the wall, you being bound by restraints and ghostly hands, poison being injected into your blood, poured into your mouth. You begged for mercy, but all you would hear was your own voice echoing: liar, traitor, monster, set me free, let me go, I thought you loved me. You would wake up in tears. After a particularly scary nightmare, you confided in Zayne, and he provided his typical comfort. His arm laid across your shoulder and he leaned on you. However, he then handed you a bottle of pills. An orange container with no label.
“After the trauma you’ve experienced, nightmares make sense. These pills will help you with them.” When you touched the bottle, your body shivered with disgust. POISON echoed in your mind.
Why am I paranoid?
You wanted to fully trust Zayne, but you couldn’t ignore your gut. You returned the pills to him.
“I appreciate it, but I’ll try without the pills for now. The nightmares might be temporary.” Zayne momentarily seemed alarmed by your rejection, but returned to his stoicism.
“Alright, but if you change your mind, let me know. Also, notify me if your dreams continue or you start to have weird thoughts.” You simply agreed, feeling unsatisfied. That night, the same dream occurred, but as you fought against the hands and restraints, a dark figure lurked in the background. You screamed at the figure for help. Instead of helping, they walked to the end of your bed and with a twisted smile, staring at you. The figure panted and drooled like a disgusting dog. When you woke up in tears, you realized you recognized the figure. It was Zayne.
Can I trust him?
Besides dreams, you started to feel uncomfortable with the fact that you never saw anybody else besides Zayne. He constantly mentioned staff members, even some by name, but there were cracks in your trust. Why haven’t you met any of them? You inquired with Zayne and he would answer vaguely, simply saying they stayed out of sight for everyone’s safety. You wanted to accept his explanations, but it seemed too implausible. One night, you shut off the bunker lights and only the night light illuminating your room. You left the laundry basket in front of your door. Typically, you would sleep through the staff’s arrival, but you decided to stay awake and see who picks up your clothes. You waited for hours, feeling your eyes becoming heavy when suddenly you heard your door open. You anticipated another person’s arrival, but only a hand reached out for your basket. You stood up, ready to greet the person, perhaps even grab their hand in desperation when suddenly you realized, you knew that hand. Large with long fingers, pale with multiple scars. You held that hand, it’s Zayne’s. You stayed still, holding your breath until the basket was retrieved and taken out of the room.
What is going on? Is he lying to me?
You started feeling worse and worse about this whole situation. You can’t remember anything, you are losing trust in the one person you care about, you haven’t seen anyone, but him and meanwhile, there is a zombie apocalypse outside. Additionally, you realized you were trapped in this room. Fearful and curious, you tried opening your front door and it wouldn’t budge. It was locked from the outside. You tried to distract yourself, but you couldn’t. You tried to continue your routine but some days all you wanted to do was stay in bed.
One such day, you woke up feeling more miserable than usual. You laid on your bed, curled up, your blanket covering your whole body. You didn’t want to exist. You silently cried and prayed for it all to end, to stop existing. Unfortunately, your prayers were ignored , and instead of peace, you heard your door opening. There was only one person who would visit you. You hoped the blanket would protect you, hide you and show Zayne you weren’t interested in speaking to him. It did the opposite. Zayne quickly walked to your side and unveiled you from your blanket; Revealing your fragile state, tears streaming down your face. He grabbed your shoulders and studied you, distressed.
“Are you okay? Please tell me what’s wrong. Are you in pain?” You shook your head.
“No, I just want to leave. I hate it here. I’m scared” Zayne frowned, moved his hands to your face and wiped away your tears.
“I understand this whole situation is scary. I wish we could, but we can’t. It’s more dangerous out there.” You cried harder and he held you tightly against himself. You knew you should push him away. You can’t trust him. He’s hiding things from you. You should hate him, feel disgusted by him, but you didn’t. He was still the same man who took care of you, spent time with you, was a comfort from all this. You still unexplainably wanted him, maybe even loved him. So, you rested on him as he held you and stroked your hair, as though he was your sanctuary and not your jailor.
You stayed in his arms, for what felt like an eternity. When you were no longer sniffling and crying, Zayne removed you from his hold and laid his hands on your face again to look back into your eyes.
“Y/N, I know you hate it here, but know you are not alone. I’m here, you don’t have to feel afraid. I’ll do everything in my power to protect you, I promise. You are the most important person to me.” You gulped at his confession. Your heart raced. You wanted him, but he also scared you. You weren’t sure how to act or respond. As Zayne held your face, you noticed his gaze move from your eyes to your lips. He wanted to kiss you, but seemed hesitant to move further. A warmth started to build in your core. Your mind demanded you push him off and reject him, but your heart yearned for him.
You couldn’t resist. You grabbed his collar and smashed your lips into his. Initially, Zayne didn’t move. He was shocked by your boldness, but his uncertainty disappeared. His lips began to move against yours. His kisses started gentle, but devolved into a frenzy of desperate kisses. The sweet taste on his tongue was intoxicating, but you craved to taste more of him. You moved your hands from his collar to the buttons of his dress shirt. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, feeling his beautiful and firm chest. Before you could continue indulging, Zayne grabbed your hands, stopping you from moving forward. You looked at his flushed face, he panted for air. He was trying to retain control, but his eyes betrayed his desire for more.
“Are you sure about this Y/N?” You nodded and pounced on him. The rest of the night, you both were deeply entwined, surrounded by heated passion and echoes of your yearning voices.
The day after, you woke up in a haze without the heat from the night before. Zayne had left before you woke. You missed the warmth. You sighed, got up and walked to the washroom. As you prepared to shower, you stared at your sore body in the mirror. Your body was littered with bruises and love bites. Your body was the mosaic of you and Zayne’s desire for each other. Previously, you would have felt giddy, but now, your love and desire for the man felt like another trap.
Once you finished showering, you walked around your room wistfully. You felt lost, drained. Is this your life indefinitely? Suddenly, a thought came to mind.
Look around the room.
With nothing else to do, you looked around your room. Nothing in the exterior seemed to show how to escape. So you turned to looking through each drawer in your dresser and desk. You didn’t see anything new until you looked in one of the desk drawers. The drawer was stocked with art supplies, but the space inside looked too small for the drawer's size. You removed the items inside and realized there was a panel, hiding a secret compartment. You removed the panel and inside was a small old radio. You examined the battery-powered radio, and noticed a post with your own writing.
When did I write this?
The note only said: Channel 19.
You dialed the radio to channel 19. All you could hear was static. You clicked the mouth piece on and began to speak.
“Hello, hello is anyone there? I’m in a bunker and need assistance.” Nothing, only static.
“Hello, please, anyone. I need assistance. Is anyone else out there alive?” Static. Your chest hurt and you were about to shut the radio off when suddenly you heard a voice.
“Ma'am, this channel is for truckers and not for emergencies, please use a different channel.” You became elated and quickly answered back:
“Please tell me what’s the current status outside. Has the zombie outbreak become less serious? Is there a vaccine?” The trucker paused for a moment before yelling back at you.
“ARE YOU TRYING TO BE FUNNY! ZOMBIE OUTBREAK, WHAT CRAZY SHIT ARE YOU ON? THERE’S NO ZOMBIE OUTBREAK!”
A guy who just wake up from a coma -> what did i miss?
Pomefiore was the last plot i follow before real life made me forget about our silly boys. How bad has the plot become now for our gang? Also who is that Gojo looking guy?
anon, I am so sorry and I mean this in the best way, but I do think episode 5 is the absolute funniest place to have stopped following Twst because shit starts escalating SO fast after that. episode 6 literally starts with a secret government shadow agency breaking down our doors and kidnapping students. zero to a million instantly.
and like...that's not even the zaniest thing so far? Ortho's hacked into the collective human unconscious. there's time travel (sort of). "Crowley might be Malleus' long-lost father" is a serious theory. if you'd told me any of this back pre-episode 6, I would have asked for the link to this unbelievable but highly intriguing fanfic.
also, episode 7 gave us (and then immediately took away 😔) the best character in the whole story:
The world he thought to be his falls apart. TW: Angst/ character death/ mentions of murder and killing. Part two to this
Caleb
With the loss of your life he had to pay a terrible price. The loss of her memory. The one he thought was his, doesn't remember him anymore. There was a deep void inside her now. It's as if, she never existed. Her existence? A mere empty shell now. “I'm sorry but, who are you?” was what he had to hear after he wiped out your existence from his world. No matter how many times he tried to make her remember, she was nothing but a void now. Like a dark empty space.
“Pipsqueak, i-it's me Caleb.” “Ca..leb? Who's that?”
He tried, tried to make her remember. At first he thought it was a joke, a glitch of some sort maybe? But slowly when her features started to fade away into the face of someone unfamiliar, it's as if she was slipping away from him. The horror kicked in him, he wiped the existence of the one he loved when he wiped you out. The one he loved was a reflection of you, you mirrored each other. It was you all along.
Zayne
The heart transplant was successful. She lived as he desired. But it's as if the core of your heart knew the sin he committed when he ripped off your heart for her and it withered and turned into the very thing he feared, something his dream showed him quite often. “Z-Zayne...” Her voice became distorted as black crystals pierced every part of her body and the very last part of her turned completely into the very thing that haunted his dreams. The wanderer that faced him now was not the same woman he loved and knew. “Z-Zayne..” The distorted voice called out again as it advanced towards him. No, this can't be. The surgery was a success. How could this happen. “Why d-did y-you...DO THIS TO ME??!!” The voice cried out. For a split second he thought he heard your voice cry out. “WHY?!" It cried out again and struck towards him. He dodged the attack activating his evol. The wanderer, it was angry, it was in agony. The heart at it's core was darkened and pumping black liquid that coursed through it's veins. Your heart. It was no longer her. And it never will be. How dare he use your heart like that, placing your heart inside her. The heart that held nothing but pure love for him and now he will never have that love.
The transplantation was never going to work. Your heart held the life for her. Ripping your heart out meant cutting off that life stream. The heart he spent years studying for, the heart which was the very reason for his pursuit of becoming a cardiac surgeon was always yours. It was only after cutting the many veins and arteries that attached the heart to your body, did he realize the consequences of his own actions. Dark ice crystals formed on the palm of his hands as he now has to take your life a second time again.
Sylus
The day Sylus spilled your blood on his hands, it changed everything. The guilt of your death consumed him each and every single day. He knew in his heart that it was wrong, what he did. It was all very wrong. It changed everything as now her resonance with him backfired, shattering her completely. Her body shattered to pieces and nothing was left of it. Splotches of blood smeared on his face as the red from his evol mixed with the blood on his hands. Blood was once again spilled on his hands. His body trembled and his breath was unstable. His visions became clouded and he saw your face. Eyes devoid of soul, your lifeless body lay on the pool of blood. He took your life along with hers. She was never meant to exist without you. And now not even pieces of her remained. She completely shattered out of existence and it was his own evol that did that.
Xavier
Philos was on the brink of destruction all of a sudden and Xavier had to save it. So he took her along with him. Truth be told it wasn't all of a sudden. Days spent on Earth became a torment for Xavier as nightmares and visions of you haunted him, called out to him to save you, to bring you back home. It was after a few days that Jeremiah and Isaiah came running to him to inform him about the slow decay of his home planet. It was the Spring of the 214th year of his stay on Earth when he departed to Philos.
Fragments of the spaceship scattered everywhere as he lay in the middle of nowhere. All he remembered was how unknown energy fluctuations from space caused damage to the ship and sucked everything out along with her. He tried to hold onto her but his evol was of no use. Her hand slipped away and she screamed his name one last time before being sucked away. He was not on Philos. It was a different place. And the fragments were not from his spaceship either. Something weighed heavy on his heart as followed the trail of the fragments and came across something that made his heart stop for a while. A broken spaceship landed here and who knows for how long it has been here. Time runs differently in each planet. But Xavier could recognize that old spaceship anywhere because it was the same ship he abandoned you in. Mosses grew around it and mist covered it. His fate led him back to his sins.
Rafayel
The sound of the waves were the only comfort Rafayel once had amongst this chaotic life on land. Now they were nothing but eerie cries of the waves haunting him every night. Sometimes he heard your voice among them and woke up covered in sweat and terror. He was soon to be wed in his homeland under the sea. And when the day of his wedding finally came, it brought destruction along with it.
For the moment, he took her hand in his to finally exchange vows and bind his life with hers, tragedy struck down as a thunderstorm wreaked havoc under the safe haven of Lemuria. Terrors and screams from everyone around filled his ears as he took the hand of his bride to lead her to safety. The currents became stronger and stronger as if they were pulling her away from Rafayel. The currents overpowered her and her hand slipped away from his. He watched as water filled her lungs and water currents pulled her beneath the deep sea. Her hands reaching out to him. It was all too familiar to him. The waters filled his vision and he felt his body getting weak.
It was dark when he regained his consciousness. The sea was calm now. He lay motionless on the sand. In his hand remained the remnants of the pearl that was supposed to adorn his bride's finger. The sea took his bride away. It was his punishment, an atonement for his vices. May the tides never bring her back.
⤷ Apologies for Sylus' part being too short. I tried my best coming up with a part two. I hope you guys like it :"""> Also I didn't make a taglist as there were very few people so apologies to those who wanted to be tagged (｡ﾉω＼｡) Not proofread. Once again written and published in a hurry as always.
