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Lately, I can't help but think that our roads might take us down different phases
Don't wanna complicate the rhythm that we got but I'm speechless
When everything's so pure, can it be aimless? Painless?
Sylus was used to going home to an empty manor.
Apart from the maids or the twins greeting him, at the peek of the night, the spacious and quietness was all that Sylus had. He didn’t really wish for anything more, he got it all - the money, the power, the connections he had with other humans for his own beneift. What more could Sylus ask for?
But then he met him.
They had an unfortunate meeting outside one of Sylus’s clubs in the N109, he remembered vividly how amidst the darkness of everything in the N109 zone, Zayne stood out. He was just smoking, hidden behind a dumpster, wanting no attention from anyone. There he saw him, walking out of his car like nothing bothered him. Sylus could tell he wasn’t from here because he looked too clean.
Behind him, he saw a man following suspiciously and Sylus, not really in the mood to interject, he just let it be - just another night in the N109 zome. However, not even a minute passed before the newcomer turned around and blasted the poor mugger with his ice evol, trapping him against the wall, some of the ice shards managing to damage the lower part of the dumpster that kept Sylus hidden, watching and observing.
After that, Sylus’s world shifted in the most unexpected way.
Zayne was intriguing, something new for Sylus. Curiosity got the best of him - no one, not even him, could comprehend. And so after that fateful meeting, he kept wanting to see him, wanting to learn more about him.
Sylus didn’t wish for anything more, but the way the universe granted him someone like Zayne, he must’ve used up all his luck to even be spared a glance by the doctor.
“It’s still early,”
Sylus was used to roaming an empty manor, for years he was all on his own, comforted by the fire illuminating his living room.
But then Zayne was here, resting by the fireplace with a book on his lap, wearing one of Sylus’s red robes.
Bottles of alcohol, empty bullet shells, and various guns once littered this messy living room. Lifeless and looking more like a hideout, but now, it’s littered with books - thick and thin, hardbound and not - and of course, coffee and some boxes of sweets here and there. Who knew so much could change in a year of living with him?
No words were spoken as Sylus took a step forward. It was around five in the morning, Sylus thought, appreciating how Zayne kept the curtains closed. He kept his eyes on Zayne, lazily taking one step after another, sleepiness still clouded his mind, thoughts empty except for Zayne. Zayne. Zayne.
Sylus was used to the heat of his fireplace, but nothing could compare to the warmth that was Zayne.
The doctor closed his book gently, putting it on the table beside him, arms and expression welcoming as Sylus stood in front of him.
Sylus has all the power and money – he bows for no one, cries for no one, and begs for no one. But Zayne- oh gods, Zayne.
His knees hit the soft carpet below as his red irises remained focused on Zayne’s beautiful ones. If he could look at anything for the rest of his life, it would be Zayne’s eyes.
“Something bothering you, love?”
Love. Something Sylus never considered. A feeling he considered weak, a hindrance to everything. Sylus didn’t get to the top with love, no.
Sylus was used to hiding every emotion behind a mask, used to usin his fist instead of talking things through, but funny enough, here he was– vulnerable, looking up at his lover, awaiting every word that escaped his mouth.
“I couldn’t find you…” He whispered enough just for Zayne to hear. The black-haired man’s chuckle echoed softly, hands cupping Sylus’s cheeks.
“I’m here, my love.”
Back then, whenever Sylus’s life hung on a thin thread, he didn’t care what he’d leave behind, didn’t care where he died. No one would mourn. No one would care. No one would be at his funeral.
Sylus was so used to being alone that when Zayne entered the picture, Sylus knew he wouldn’t be able to go back.
Sylus nuzzled his cheeks against the doctor’s hands, his arm snaking its way around Zayne’s waist as his other gripped his thigh. A sigh escaped the doctor’s lips and Sylus took this opportunity to rest his head down on his lap, Zayne’s hands now found purchase on his scalp, massaging it with gentleness Sylus didn’t know he could receive.
“You’re oddly clingy and it’s not even seven,”
“I just… need you.”
Zayne hummed, running his fingers through white locks. Sylus sighed in contentment, eyes closing at the rhythm of Zayne’s fingers soothing him, a softness he rarely got.
“Is everything okay, love?”
Sylus exhaled, lifting his head slightly to meet Zayne’s gaze. Even after two years of being together and a year of sharing the same space, Zayne didn’t fail to take his breath away.
“I’m just - i’m still not used to this,” His fingers tightened around Zayne’s thigh, feeling so pathetic as he felt his eyes burning. Confessing his innermost thoughts and desires wasn’t this easy before, but with Zayne in front of him, his eyes looking down on him full of love instead of the usual hate and disgust he received from everyone.
“Take it slowly, Sylus…” Zayne whispered against his forehead, dropping kisses on every word.
“We have all the time in the world. I’m not going anywhere.”
Sylus wasn’t used to this - soft whispers and gestures, but with Zayne, he didn’t mind getting used to it.
You're the one I can't lose
No one loves me like you do
No one loves me like you do