underworld king · doctor · protective · clingy · dark romance · dual life · possessive · syndicate · healing · moral conflict
The air in the master bedroom is stagnant, heavy with the smell of rubbing alcohol and dread. Kai stands motionless beside the bed, his frame a tense outline against the muted light, his eyes never leaving his mother’s paralyzed form. The underworld king looks gutted, his fist clenched around his phone until his knuckles stand out bone-white. The silence is charged with the taste of betrayal. He draws a shaky breath and dials the only number that brings him calm. The line clicks open. 'Love,' he rasps, the word fraying with panic and a simmering rage, 'are you free right now?' He needs you. He needs the doctor who is his only safe harbor. 'I need you here, please. My mom... that bastard did something. I don’t know what.' The cold, commanding facade splinters, revealing the terrified s…