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hey guys! internship got me so busy rn so i haven't had the time to visit this blog lately. buttttt! i have two zayne fics in progress and i just really hope i would get to finish it before my internship finishes me first LMAO
Synopsis: Reminded once again of the cruelty of fate and time, Sylus prepares for the only thing he knows how to do: wait. Not for a deadline, not for a lifetime, but for always.
tags: angst, major character death, hurt with little to no comfort (i'm sorry), grief, tell me if i missed something.
word count: 890 words
A/N: I'm in some mood for angst. I'm sorry, Sylus, you had to suffer here LOL.
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You slipped from his grasp once again.
A mission gone wrong, Captain Jenna reported. That day concluded with no survivors, only the absence of the lives that were taken away by dusk.
You've fought bravely, he heard the murmurs of your co-workers; you died valiantly.
But Sylus doesn't want to know how you died. He doesn't want the hero who fought to protect humanity against wanderers and injustice, he just wants the woman who was tucked against his side just days ago.
Sylus remembers the last he had seen you. You two were lounging on the couch, tucked away in a soft, big blanket that provides you warmth against the harsh cold of winter that emanates from the falling snow outside the window.
He remembers seeing your face, laced with so much softness and content, a small smile gracing your lips as you enjoy the company of the man laying beside you.
He remembers your gaze finding his, telling him about the mission you're about to commence in three days. It was supposed to be a small-scale mission. Just a follow up raid aiming to eradicate the remaining wanderers in the area you operated on a month ago
"Have dinner waiting for me when I get back," you had teased, a playful look in your eyes. "I know you'll miss me.”
You half expected for him to deny that. After all, the big boss of Onynichus surely won't be swayed by a few days of your absence, right?
But he didn't deny it. He told you he will. Because that's who Sylus is. He yearns for you even when you're right next to him. He will always lean towards your warmth as if it is his only sun, will always demand for your presence as if you're the only person in the world. He always wants your gaze and affection, your smile and your tears, your love and your fears, your happiness and your anger.
Even your hatred.
He wants all of it.
All of you.
He wants you.
And now, you're gone.
This isn’t his first rodeo. He had lost you in so many timelines, lifetimes, lives. He has watched the light leave your eyes in a dozen different timelines, across a hundred different lifetimes. He has memorized the shape of his grief in every era.
But that doesn't mean it hurts less.
Having lived–lived, not survived, because he never truly recovers from your loss– doesn't dull the grief but only ensures the wound never has the chance to scar.
Sylus can feel every emotion going at once. He's numb. Tired. Miserable. Mad.
He is mad at the world for its relentless cruelty.
Mad at the time because it has the audacity to take you away from him again and again and again.
Mad at you because how can you leave him?
How dare you leave him?
Sylus lived for your love. And now that you're gone, he's left to settle to the ghost of what was left of you. He lives among the remnants of your existence: a hair tie on the nightstand, the fading scent of your perfume clinging to the silk of the pillows, and the echo of your laugh in the hallways of his base.
And sometimes, when he lets himself weep, he can feel your embrace, your voice in his ear telling him that it's gonna be okay, and the touch of your delicate fingers as it dries his tears.
Then the air grows cold again. The warmth of your skin dissolves into the silence of a room that is far too empty.
Once that illusion breaks, he had no choice but to face the music of a hollow house and the deafening silence of a life that no longer has a heartbeat.
But Sylus can wait. Will wait.
He will wait for you not as a choice, but as a promise. Not until a deadline, not before it ends, and certainly beyond any measure of man-made time. But always.
Always.
Because always may be a long time, but he’s willing to endure centuries to see you, to feel you, to love you once again. He will not wait until the future; he will wait in the thereafter.
For the future is flickering with uncertainties, so many possibilities clashing at once. But what precedes it is absolute. Thereafter is a guaranteed time. It exists unrestrained. Untouched.
Not until. Not before. Always.
Even if the universe is reduced to chaos. Even if eternity is damned. Even if his own heart stopped beating.
Even, especially, if he's dead.
Because death is but a temporary inconvenience to a man who has already surrendered his entirety to the woman he loves. From the moment he first laid eyes on you, he decided that his whole being belonged to you. He will crawl out of any grave and wait through any agonizing century because his devotion is the only thing more permanent than the end.
He will find you. In different timelines. In various lifetimes.
Even if you inhabit a different body or harbor a personality he does not yet recognize, he will know the sound of your soul. Even if your face is unfamiliar and your spirit is reborn in a stranger’s skin, he will track you across the stars.
you invited sylus as a plus one to your friend’s wedding, and sylus, finding it as an opportunity to be presented as your arm candy, accepted it without further hesitation.
the wedding was beautiful. sylus hands you a handkerchief while you teared up witnessing your friend recite her vows, feeling emotional as you can hear the raw emotion of love seep into her words.
you loved love, and you loved seeing your friends experience love with their partners, you knew they deserved.
the reception came, it was no less beautiful than the wedding, and sylus could already see the way your gaze fixates on the decor, how your eyes linger on the color palettes and tableware.
he didn’t need his aether core to know that you were already imagining your own wedding.
in the middle of the reception, you stood up as the women in the venue gathered in the middle, the bride turning her back on the crowd as the gentleman watched from the sidelines.
it was time for the infamous bouquet toss.
sylus stands to the side, a relaxed smile on his face as he watches you stand by the side, not really drawing much attention to yourself.
you were giggling with the other guests and bridesmaids, pointing playfully at each other, as if predicting who was most likely to get the bouquet.
a countdown was held. the bride tossed it behind her shoulder, you and the crowd jumped to reach out for the bouquet.
only for the bouquet to awkwardly dangle on the chandelier.
sylus sees as you immediately step to the side, letting the guests jump and grab at the bouquet that was hanging by the ribbon.
you met sylus’ eye, and smiled.
you gave him a shrug; you were not about to fight over a bouquet. your pride wouldn’t let you.
sylus, however had another idea.
he places the wine glass he sported on the table behind him before he casually walks to where you stood.
a yelp escapes your lips. you find butt resting on sylus’s shoulder as he hoists you up, giving you a needed height boost.
the women were left shocked as he walked towards the chandelier, you immediately got the hint as you reached for the dangling bouquet with no difficulty.
he smirks, setting you down, planting a kiss on your temple before he steps back to where the other men watched with their jaws dropped. you couldn’t help the flustered giggle that leaves your lips as the women swarm over you, slapping your arm playfully while they whisper about your boyfriend.
turns out, you weren’t the only one imagining a wedding in your head. truthfully, sylus was already planning to propose whether or not you won the bouquet toss.
though, getting the blessing of tradition was definitely a welcomed plus.
inspired by that one tiktok i saw that went exactly like this <3 (just the reception bit)
Kuroo was having a bad hair day, but it wasn't him who was having one; it was his six-year-old, who begged him to tie her hair in two pigtails and wanted the part straight down the middle.
On the first attempt the part was crooked; she cried.
On the second attempt the pigtails were lopsided, and she also cried again.
On the third attempt, she said, "Why don't we just get Mommy?" Tears soaked through her lashes, cheeks puffed out, and all he could do was sigh.
It was your day off; of course he didn't want to wake you, but with the way that everything was going, he'd be late for work, and she'd be late for school, and her lunch was barely packed. It wasn't that he was a bad dad; no, in fact, he's the perfect dad. He helps with homework and tucks her into bed while reading her bedtime stories; it was just that he had a hard time when it came to hair.He tried; he really did. He used the brush to get it just right, sprayed a little water to smooth it down, and used gel; everything just wasn't working. So, begrudgingly, he dragged his feet to the bedroom, cracking the door open, his fingers tangled in between his own messy hair.
"Babe, you have to help me." He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, watching your sleeping form stir.
“Mommy, Daddy is struggling again." She was clearly not amused by the situation as her little hands tugged at the blankets.
“Mhm, I'm up," you spoke, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, sitting up.
"I'm really sorry; I think my hands might be broken." He felt so bad for waking you; your dazed, sleepy state made you look like you could fall back asleep at any moment. Your daughter climbed onto the bed, one side of her head in a ponytail, the other down.
“Aw, look at you; let's get you ready for school." You place messy kisses all over her face, making her giggle and kick her legs before picking her up and taking her to the bathroom.
“I tried it, I really did." One hand was on his hip, the other running through his hair. He watched closely as you went over the part, swooping each section of hair into a perfect ponytail that was way more even than whatever he had going on before.“
See, just like that!” Kuroo had been looking like you just did the impossible.
“That's good, right?” You bent down to hear her response before she gave you a small kiss on the cheek.
“That's a yes then," you giggled, giving her another sweet kiss on the cheek. Then moving to give your husband a kiss.
Synopsis: Dr. Zayne and his girlfriend set the rules about workplace boundaries. Unfortunately, he seems determined to see how easily he could break them.
tags: established relationship, workplace romance, secret relationship, a teeny little fluff, suggestive, zayne is a little shit (affectionate), HE'S SUCH A TEASE! tell me if i missed something.
word count: 1k words
A/N: Y’ALL??? HELLO??? 😭 I did NOT expect "Off The Record" to get the reception it received??? That is literally my first fic on this app and I am really grateful for all the likes, comments, and reblogs!! I didn't expect so many people to enjoy this messy little situation between Dr. Zayne and his poor intern girlfriend LOL.
But in all seriousness, your support makes my day! Thank you so much for reading and showing this fic so much love ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
001: Off the Record
Your internship at Akso Hospital has been tiring yet fulfilling so far. The workload was enough to keep you moving but not quite enough to exhaust the spark of excitement you felt every time you stepped through the sliding glass doors.
You and Zayne had a talk the night of your first day. You were draped across him on the couch, his arms a warm, solid weight around you as you tried to blink away the exhaustion from the day. You apologized for keeping your internship plan a secret as you were scared that he'd pull some strings. He understood and assured you that his initial reaction was that he's surprised but he's not mad. Zayne is incapable of being mad at you.
You also talked about workplace boundaries. You both decided to keep it civil: polite greetings, zero PDA, and a promise of discretion. If asked, you’d admit to being in a relationship, but no name would be spoken.
Private, but not a secret.
You had sealed that pact with a kiss… and several other things that definitely weren't professional.
You thought that it would be easy.
But boy, you thought so wrong.
The first few weeks were dull. Lackluster. Full of paperworks and cups of coffee with your colleagues that you've grown acquainted with over shared refreshments, life updates, and rants about endless paperwork and meetings.
You've learned to navigate how to keep your relationship private. After that... rendezvous in the records room, you and Zayne had successfully maintained a delicate charade.
You passed each other in the hallways now with practiced ease, sharing polite, distant nods and the kind of small, professional smiles reserved for colleagues who barely know each other’s names. Like two people that totally did not share the bed the night before. It was a careful game, a charade you both play daily.
Everyone around you was none-the-wiser. To your co-interns, Dr. Zayne was the aloof, incredibly handsome star resident of Akso Hospital. To the rest of the staff, you were just another passing face, a diligent intern with too much enthusiasm in her work right now, likely still riding the high of a first career milestone.
But you should've known that Zayne could be a little… pain… when he wants to.
Because while he never crosses professional lines, he likes standing very, very close to them.
Lately, he has been a bit of a tease, playing with your, or lack thereof, self-control. He took a delight in toeing the very line he had helped draw. He's almost as if testing how much pressure your composure could take before it cracked.
Sometimes, it was a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips when you were forced to hand him a stack of paperwork in front of other residents. Other times, it was a lingering brush of his fingers against yours when you exchanged a clipboard, a touch that lasted just a second too long to be accidental. Or worse, the way his voice would drop into that low, private register, the one usually reserved for the dark of your bedroom, whenever he addressed you in public making the most mundane request sound like a secret promise.
One incident that rattled you the most was when you both happened to share a crowded elevator.
You had squeezed into the back corner of the crowded car, only for a tall, imposing figure to follow a second later. The air in the small space shifted instantly. The scent of winter air and sterile cedar crowded your senses. Zayne didn't look at you. He just stood beside you, like a king reclaiming his throne.
He's holding a patient's chart in one hand, and to everyone else, he was just a busy surgeon diligently studying his patients chart. But as the elevator began its descent, you felt his hand reached yours. Without even sparing a glance, his fingers accurately found yours.
He tapped a rhythmic pattern against your skin, the same mindless, soothing habit he had when you were lounging at home. You were sweating bullets, terrified someone would turn around and see the star resident holding an intern’s hand.
You tried to escape from his grasp and he let you, but not before his index finger traced the pulse point on your wrist, feeling the frantic, betrayal-rhythm of your heart.
He knew exactly what he was doing to you.
The elevator stopped on the third floor, and a group of nurses stepped out. As the doors closed, Zayne finally spoke, his voice cool and loud enough for the remaining two people to hear.
“Intern, how was your work experience with Akso Hospital these days?”
"It's... fine, Dr. Zayne…" you replied, your voice remarkably steady despite the fire he was tracing onto your wrist.
“Hm,” he just hummed. You thought that was the end of it, but he actually, so help you gods, leaned towards you.
You breathed a silent prayer of thanks that the two people sharing the elevator were not hospital staff, likely a family visiting a patient, their tired eyes glued to the floor numbers, minding their own business. Had they been staff, your career might have ended right there, because Zayne’s next move left you physically reeling.
His lips brushing to your ear to whisper, voice low to a ghost of a whisper that only you could hear. "Your heart rate is elevated. Perhaps you should see a specialist tonight. I happen to know one who's... very thorough.”
The ding of the second floor saved you from having to respond. He stepped out first, taking the cold atmosphere with him and leaving you with warmth on your face and body on fire. As the doors began to shut, you saw him walking away, adjusting his glasses with the same hand that had just measured your pulse. His expression was a mask of pure, professional innocence that made you want to scream and kiss him all at once.
In your mind, you thanked every saint you knew that the elevator did not have a security camera. Because someone would have seen how you leaned your forehead against the cool metal wall, attempting to ground yourself as the heat he’d ignited refused to simmer down.
Sypnosis: Dr. Zayne is the epitome of professionalism until his girlfriend shows up as the new intern.
tags: established relationship, workplace romance, secret relationship, fluff, making out, a little suggestive, tell me if i missed something.
word count: 1k words
The halls of Akso Hospital usually felt clinical and cold to you, but today, it felt even colder. You're currently dressed in the best business attire you could think of, or find in your closet, a black coat over a baby blue blouse and black slacks. You are trailing behind Ms. Anne, the HR Supervisor, as she led your group through the long corridors of the esteemed hospital.
"As a Business Intern, you’ll be rotating through various administrative departments," she explained. "So, we're getting you familiar with every department’s locations. It could be a little confusing but that's why we're here…”
You all nodded, a silent agreement to the testament. You remembered seeing the hospital for the first time when you were a kid and how your jaw actually slacked.
An intern raised his hand to ask a question and the supervisor nodded to him. You didn't listen to their conversation, no, because your eyes were scanning every white-coated figure that passed. You know exactly where you are.
And then, you saw him.
Zayne was standing at the nurses' station, a group of residents flanking him like satellites around a planet. He was reviewing a chart, his expression characteristically cool and focused. The harsh fluorescent lights caught the silver of his glasses, making him look so handsome. He looked… scrumptious.
You mentally slapped your face. Really? Thirsting over Dr. Zayne in broad daylight?
Even though you two are very close, you know damn well that you have to be professional about all this. After all, there's a reason why you did not tell him that you wanted to do your internship in Akso.
It wasn't just the surprise; you didn't want him pulling strings. You knew Zayne completely trusted your abilities, but you worried that if the staff knew your history, every achievement you earned would be dismissed as a byproduct of his influence rather than your own merit.
Your internal monologue was interrupted when he looked up and took a glance at your huddled group in the hallway. It was only meant to be a brief glance, like someone noticing such a large crowd in their peripheral vision but his sight has locked in with an eye that's glinting with such mischief.
He felt his heart skip a beat. For a fraction of a second, the legendary composure of Akso’s finest cardiac surgeon flickered. His brow arched, a silent, stunned question hanging in the air: What are you doing here?
You offered him a small, professional smirk and subtly point to your ID badge.
Zayne didn't smile back but the slight softening of his gaze told you he’d received the message loud and clear. He turned back to his residents, but his voice, usually steady, sounded a fraction deeper as he dismissed them.
An hour later, you were tucked away in the Medical Records Room. A cramped, narrow space filled with floor-to-ceiling shelves and the hum of a heavy-duty air conditioner. It was freezing and you have to thank Zayne later for reminding you to pack a thick coat the night before.
You were sorting hospital files on the shelves when you heard the door click shut. You didn't even have to look up. You knew that he would always find you.
"An internship here? Really?"
Zayne’s voice vibrated in the small space. You felt his presence nearing you until he occupied the space on your right, effectively trapping you between his body and the floor-to-ceiling shelves.
"Surprise," you whispered, reaching up to straighten his stethoscope. "I told you I wanted to see more of you. I just didn't specify it would be during office hours."
"This is a hospital, not a dating app," he murmured, though his hands had already found your waist, pulling you flush against his lab coat.
You looked up at him and studied his expression. He didn't look angry, just intensely focused on you, his shadow looming large in the small space.
"I wanted to see your 'Doctor' face in person," you teased, reaching out to fiddle with the lapel of his white coat.
"It’s very intimidating, Dr. Zayne. Very… professional.” You wanted to tell him about how handsome he looked earlier and how your thoughts nearly went astray but maybe that is something that can be said later… in the comfort of your shared apartment… when you don't have to worry of someone accidentally walking in on you.
"Did you seriously apply here just to tease me?” he asked, voice dropping an octave lower, “Or are you here to distract me, hm?”
"Am I distracting you?" You tilted your head. "You seemed perfectly composed during rounds."
"I was acting," he confessed. His thumb traced the line of your jaw, his touch a stark contrast to the chilled air of the room. "In reality, I wanted to do this the moment I saw you.”
His fingers hooked under your chin, cold but warm at the same time, if that's even possible, as he tilted your face up. He kissed you with a sudden, hungry intensity that caught your breath. It was a stark contrast to his usual composure, it was frantic, hidden, and fueled by the thrill of being somewhere they shouldn't be.
The room was so small you had to press your back against the files to make room, but Zayne just used the opportunity to pull you closer, his hand sliding to the small of your back to hoist you slightly onto the edge of a filing cabinet.
"Zayne," you breathed hard against his lips, "someone might come in."
"I don't care," he murmured, his kisses trailing down to the sensitive skin of your neck, his breath hitching as you ran your hands through his hair. "I've spent all morning thinking about how much I wanted to do this."
The air was freezing, but where his skin met yours, it was electric. He pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing heavy. His thumb swiped over your bottom lip, reddened from his kiss.
"Welcome to Akso," he whispered, a rare, faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Try to stay out of trouble.”
“I make no promises, Doctor," you winked, smoothing out your coat as he reluctantly stepped back to let you breathe.
A deafening silence took over the cramped room. You smiled at the storm behind his eyes, full of hunger and anticipation.
“I'll see you later, Doctor Zayne.” you give him a seductive smile, your eyes focus on his red, swollen lips.
“I'll be home early tonight.” his voice rang across the room, his tone simultaneously carrying conviction, threat, and promise of what would happen at the comfort of your house later.
Off the Record - Synopsis: Dr. Zayne is the epitome of professionalism until his girlfriend shows up as the new intern.
Conflict of Interest - Synopsis: Dr. Zayne and his girlfriend set the rules about workplace boundaries. Unfortunately, he seems determined to see how easily he could break them.
#sylus – 🐦⬛
Thereafter - Synopsis: Reminded once again of the cruelty of fate and time, Sylus prepares for the only thing he knows how to do: wait. Not for a deadline, not for a lifetime, but for always.
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The halls of Akso Hospital usually felt clinical and cold to you, but today, it felt even colder. You're currently dressed in the best business attire you could think of, or find in your closet, a black coat over a baby blue blouse and black slacks. You are trailing behind Ms. Anne, the HR Supervisor, as she led your group through the long corridors of the esteemed hospital.
"As a Business Intern, you’ll be rotating through various administrative departments," she explained. "So, we're getting you familiar with every department’s locations. It could be a little confusing but that's why we're here…”
You all nodded, a silent agreement to the testament. You remembered seeing the hospital for the first time when you were a kid and how your jaw actually slacked.
An intern raised his hand to ask a question and the supervisor nodded to him. You didn't listen to their conversation, no, because your eyes were scanning every white-coated figure that passed. You know exactly where you are.
And then, you saw him.
Zayne was standing at the nurses' station, a group of residents flanking him like satellites around a planet. He was reviewing a chart, his expression characteristically cool and focused. The harsh fluorescent lights caught the silver of his glasses, making him look so handsome. He looked… scrumptious.
You mentally slapped your face. Really? Thirsting over Dr. Zayne in broad daylight?
Even though you two are very close, you know damn well that you have to be professional about all this. After all, there's a reason why you did not tell him that you wanted to do your internship in Akso.
It wasn't just the surprise; you didn't want him pulling strings. You knew Zayne completely trusted your abilities, but you worried that if the staff knew your history, every achievement you earned would be dismissed as a byproduct of his influence rather than your own merit.
Your internal monologue was interrupted when he looked up and took a glance at your huddled group in the hallway. It was only meant to be a brief glance, like someone noticing such a large crowd in their peripheral vision but his sight has locked in with an eye that's glinting with such mischief.
He felt his heart skip a beat. For a fraction of a second, the legendary composure of Akso’s finest cardiac surgeon flickered. His brow arched, a silent, stunned question hanging in the air: What are you doing here?
You offered him a small, professional smirk and subtly point to your ID badge.
Zayne didn't smile back but the slight softening of his gaze told you he’d received the message loud and clear. He turned back to his residents, but his voice, usually steady, sounded a fraction deeper as he dismissed them.
An hour later, you were tucked away in the Medical Records Room. A cramped, narrow space filled with floor-to-ceiling shelves and the hum of a heavy-duty air conditioner. It was freezing and you have to thank Zayne later for reminding you to pack a thick coat the night before.
You were sorting hospital files on the shelves when you heard the door click shut. You didn't even have to look up. You knew that he would always find you.
"An internship here? Really?"
Zayne’s voice vibrated in the small space. You felt his presence nearing you until he occupied the space on your right, effectively trapping you between his body and the floor-to-ceiling shelves.
"Surprise," you whispered, reaching up to straighten his stethoscope. "I told you I wanted to see more of you. I just didn't specify it would be during office hours."
"This is a hospital, not a dating app," he murmured, though his hands had already found your waist, pulling you flush against his lab coat.
You looked up at him and studied his expression. He didn't look angry, just intensely focused on you, his shadow looming large in the small space.
"I wanted to see your 'Doctor' face in person," you teased, reaching out to fiddle with the lapel of his white coat.
"It’s very intimidating, Dr. Zayne. Very… professional.” You wanted to tell him about how handsome he looked earlier and how your thoughts nearly went astray but maybe that is something that can be said later… in the comfort of your shared apartment… when you don't have to worry of someone accidentally walking in on you.
"Did you seriously apply here just to tease me?” he asked, voice dropping an octave lower, “Or are you here to distract me, hm?”
"Am I distracting you?" You tilted your head. "You seemed perfectly composed during rounds."
"I was acting," he confessed. His thumb traced the line of your jaw, his touch a stark contrast to the chilled air of the room. "In reality, I wanted to do this the moment I saw you.”
His fingers hooked under your chin, cold but warm at the same time, if that's even possible, as he tilted your face up. He kissed you with a sudden, hungry intensity that caught your breath. It was a stark contrast to his usual composure, it was frantic, hidden, and fueled by the thrill of being somewhere they shouldn't be.
The room was so small you had to press your back against the files to make room, but Zayne just used the opportunity to pull you closer, his hand sliding to the small of your back to hoist you slightly onto the edge of a filing cabinet.
"Zayne," you breathed hard against his lips, "someone might come in."
"I don't care," he murmured, his kisses trailing down to the sensitive skin of your neck, his breath hitching as you ran your hands through his hair. "I've spent all morning thinking about how much I wanted to do this."
The air was freezing, but where his skin met yours, it was electric. He pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing heavy. His thumb swiped over your bottom lip, reddened from his kiss.
"Welcome to Akso," he whispered, a rare, faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Try to stay out of trouble.”
“I make no promises, Doctor," you winked, smoothing out your coat as he reluctantly stepped back to let you breathe.
A deafening silence took over the cramped room. You smiled at the storm behind his eyes, full of hunger and anticipation.
“I'll see you later, Doctor Zayne.” you give him a seductive smile, your eyes focus on his red, swollen lips.
“I'll be home early tonight.” his voice rang across the room, his tone simultaneously carrying conviction, threat, and promise of what would happen at the comfort of your house later.
