LOGINThe accusation hit Alex like a punch to the chest. A sharp ache spread through him, but he swallowed it down. “I would never hurt Lucas,” he said quietly, though his voice trembled slightly. But the older man refused to listen. “Then leave him alone!” he shouted. “Can’t you see he’s finally getting a chance to recover peacefully? Why can’t you stop tormenting him?!” Alex’s hands slowly curled into fists by his side. People were openly staring now.One of the security guards looked hesitant, unsure whether to interfere. Alex inhaled deeply, trying to keep himself together. He had tolerated the insults repeatedly because he understood Lucas’s father was scared and protective. But hearing Lucas spoken of like someone he deliberately destroyed was slowly tearing him apart. “Sir, please...” he tried one last time. “I just want to see him.” “No!” the older man thundered immediately. “Stay away from my son! Haven’t you done enough already?” Silence stretched between t
The rest of the day passed in a blur for Lucas. Doctors came and left. Nurses checked on him occasionally. EvenHis father stopped by twice, each time reminding him to rest and avoid “unnecessary stress,” which Lucas knew was another way of saying avoid Alex. However, avoiding Alex proved harder than he expected. This was because, somehow, Alex remained in his thoughts. Every quiet moment brought back the sadness in his eyes before he left. Every silence reminded him of the warmth of his touch. The worst part was that it frustrated him. By evening, the sky outside the hospital windows had darkened completely when Derby finally arrived. Lucas heard her before he properly saw her—the soft click of heels against the tiled floor. Then the door opened. A beautiful young woman stepped in, elegant even after what appeared to be a rushed trip. Her hair framed her face neatly. The moment she saw Lucas, concern immediately filled her expression. “Oh my God, Lucas dear.” She hu
His phone started buzzing again.This time, he answered it as he stepped out, his voice low and distant. The door clicked shut. Another crushing silence followed. Lucas stared at the space he left behind, his chest tight, his thoughts in chaos. His father’s words echoed in one ear, and Alex’s in the other. Somewhere in between remained a feeling he couldn’t explain. “Dad,” Lucas whispered finally, not looking away from the door.But even he didn’t know what he wanted to ask anymore. The door had barely clicked shut behind Alex when the silence he left behind began to press in on Lucas. It was heavy and suffocating. “Lucas,” his father’s voice softened, stepping closer to the bed as if nothing had just happened. “You have to understand, this is for the best.” Lucas didn’t respond. His eyes were still fixed on the door. As if, if he stared long enough, it might open again ushering Alex in. His father noticed, but he ignored it and continued. “Lucas, he was
“How can you tell him we have nothing?” Alex continued, stepping forward, eyes burning. “You know exactly what we have. You know how much I care about him. Why are you doing this?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He crossed the room in quick strides and reached for Lucas’s hand. He held it gently but firmly, as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded. “Sweetheart…” His voice softened instantly. All the anger melted into something raw and desperate. “I know he’s your father, but please, don’t believe everything he’s telling you, okay?” Lucas looked up at him, eyes wide, torn and searching. “I’m your Alex,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing over Lucas’s knuckles. “And I would never hurt you. Never.” Lucas’s fingers were still loosely wrapped around Alex’s when the older man stormed forward and yanked their hands apart. The sharp motion startled both of them. “Don’t touch him!” his father barked, stepping in front of the bed like a shield. His chest heaved, ey
Lucas’s fingers curled tightly into the bedsheet. “I don’t know. I…” He squeezed his eyes shut briefly, then forced the truth out. “What I’m feeling.” A heavy, sharp silence fell. “I feel scared,” Lucas said again, his voice barely above a whisper. And that did it. Something in Alex’s expression shattered. Pain flickered across his face, deep and unguarded, as if the words had cut straight through him. “Please don’t be scared of what you’re feeling,” Alex said quickly, his voice dropping, almost fragile now. “Don’t look at me like a stranger. I’m not going to hurt you.” Lucas didn’t respond. He couldn’t. His chest was too tight, emotions clashing…fear, confusion… and something else he didn’t understand. Alex’s hand twitched at his side, like he wanted to reach for him again but held himself back. “I’m your Alex,” he said softly, almost like a reminder or a plea. “I would never…” A sharp vibration cut through the moment with the buzzing of Alex’s phone. Th
Lucas lay still, eyes shut, breaths too measured. The steady beep of the monitor filled the quiet room, but his mind was anything but calm. It had been two days since he woke up. Two days of partial amnesia. Two days of confusion about one man who refused to leave his side. Alex had always spent his free time with Lucas who always pretended to be asleep. He was aware that he was faking the sleep but decided to give him time. Unfortunately, that afternoon, Alex came by when the doctor was making his rounds. He decided to expose it. Lucas’s fingers twitched slightly against the bedsheet as that familiar scent drifted into the room. He had already memorized that cologne. It was clean, sharp, with something warm beneath it. “He’s here again.” He muttered.Instinctively, he stilled his body, forcing his breathing back into that slow, even rhythm he thought he had perfected. The door clicked softly. Alex and the doctor stepped in. “Doctor, how is he today?” Alex’s v
Instantly a mischievous grin curled his lips and he walked over to him. “My Lucas, is this fate or what.?” He walked around him, his eyes admiring. “Sweet bunny, your maker should have made you a woman because you're so damn beautiful. How I wish to kiss these beautiful small lips of yours.” He
Either way, Alex knew one thing for certain. The damage wouldn’t be small. That night, none of them could sleep well. The next day at work, Lucas became a shadow of himself.He arrived early, kept his head down, and buried himself in tasks that didn’t require conversation. Every tim
Alex took in some air and lowered his voice a bit.“Stop hurting yourself. Please.” He took another breath, then said it…clear and final. “I’m in love with him.” Nathan shook his head violently. “No. No, you can't, you’re just obsessed,” he insisted, tears spilling over. “He saved your life, yes,
Lucas managed and responded, “He is not bad. He is a cute man.” “Exactly, he is so gorgeous and breathtaking. I called him a while ago, but he was busy. I hope he calls me back.” Lucas felt jealousy grip him. “Nat, maybe you should forget about…” “Talking to him?” Nathan cut in.“Come on







