Se connecterIt felt like the air had been ripped out of his lungs. His fingers slackened around Lucas’s hand as if he’d been burned. “What…?” he whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. “Lucas, it’s me. It’s Alex.” No response except that same distant, searching look. Like the name meant nothing. Panic surged through Alex. “Come on, stop joking,” Alex said quickly, a strained laugh breaking through. “This isn’t funny. You…you scared the hell out of me, okay? So don’t joke…” “Mr. Alex,” the doctor interrupted gently but firmly. Alex turned sharply, eyes wide, desperation bleeding through. “No, you said he was fine, you didn't say he’d forget me! He knows me, he has to remember, please do something!” Alex was panicking badly. He didn't expect what he was observing. He paced around running a hand through his hair. Then turned back and stared at Lucas forcing himself to steady his composure. “Sweetheart, look at me!” Lucas flinched at the raised voice, discomfort flashing ac
Meanwhile, last night, after the paramedics had taken Lucas away, some officers were at the accident scene. They were looking around for means of identification or any important belongings of the victims. One of them had crouched beside the damaged vehicle, still checking carefully. That was when he spotted a phone lying just beneath the driver’s seat. Miraculously, it was intact despite everything else. As he picked it up, the screen lit up and began to buzz instantly. Alex was calling. The officer hesitated for a second, then answered. “Hello?” he said, his tone steady but cautious. “Baby, please let’s…” The voice on the other end started but stopped abruptly. A beat of silence before Alex asked, “Who is this?” Alex’s voice was sharp, laced with confusion and rising dread. His chest tightened in fear. Was it another kidnapping? His thoughts spiraled. The officer straightened slightly, glancing at the wreckage before speaking. “This is a police officer.
He sat there with a clenched jaw, hands resting on the steering wheel. The words came again, Home.His father’s voice still echoed in his head. Come back now! He let out a slow breath, already bracing himself for whatever was waiting. Just as he reached to start the engine. The phone buzzed again as the screen lit up on the dashboard. He glanced at it, and it was still Alex calling. Lucas’s jaw tightened again.“Isn’t he tired of calling already?” he snapped under his breath, irritation flaring up all over again. The phone kept vibrating, annoyingly insistent. Lucas stared at the screen for a second longer, anger simmering beneath the surface, memories flashing too quickly to sort through. The accusations, were dismissed.It was just a fling. His grip on the steering wheel tightened. “No,” he muttered.Without another thought, he reached over and declined the call. Heavy silence returned.He dropped the phone onto the passenger seat, not sparing it
“Did you say safe?” he snapped. “You call this safe?!” His hand slammed against the desk, drawing attention from across the room. “How did my son get kidnapped in the first place?!” The officers remained calm. They are used to this kind of reaction. “Mr. Westman, there’s an ongoing investigation, we…” “I don’t care about your fucking ongoing investigation!” he cut in harshly. “This wouldn’t have happened if he weren’t mixed up with that Alex!” His jaw clenched tightly. “I can bet my life that it's because of Alex,” he spat the name out like poison. “And Lucas, where is he?” he continued, shaking his head in frustration. “That stubborn son of mine! I warned him. I warned him something bad would happen!” The officer tried to interject, “Sir, your son is an adult…” “And that makes this okay?” he snapped back immediately. “That makes it fine for him to be dragged into nonsense like this?” His breathing was heavy now, anger mixing with fear he refused to sh
The rejection hit harder. Lucas flexed his sore wrists, refusing to look at him. “I said I’m fine,” he added. The response was colder. Silence settled over the room. It was heavy and awkward. Alex swallowed hard, his chest tightening as he watched Lucas pull further away, not physically, but in every other way that mattered. For the first time since finding him, relief wasn’t the strongest emotion in his chest. It was fear because Lucas wasn’t just hurt.He was done with him. The ride to the hospital was quiet. Lucas sat in the back of the police vehicle, his arms resting stiffly on his lap, wrists throbbing with every slight movement. He didn’t look out the window. Didn’t speak. Behind them, Alex followed.His car trailed at a distance, never too close, never too far. Like he was afraid that if he lost sight of Lucas for even a second, he’d lose him completely. At the hospital, everything moved quickly. The questions and the forms. The lights were too bri
He gazed at him, and for the first time since entering the room, he hesitated. “Luc…” he said slowly, searching his face. “You’re serious?” Lucas held his gaze steady and unflinching. “You didn’t give me much choice, did you?” he replied calmly. “You’re the one who’s been all over me so don't blame me if I fuck you too hard.” Another pause as the tension shifted completely. Zenith leaned in again, but this time, slower and more cautious, as if reassessing everything. And Lucas watched him closely.Waiting because he was no longer just resisting, he was testing a theory. He needed to get himself out of that fucking place. Zenith leaned in closer, slow this time, cautious, like he was stepping into unfamiliar territory. His eyes searched Lucas’s face, trying to read him. Trying to understand if this was defiance, or something else. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Luc,” he muttered, voice lower now, less certain than before. Lucas didn’t flinch or look away.
As Lucas turned and walked away, Alex’s fingers were already moving as he went to his office. “Please, let me take you home.”He stared at the screen the moment the message was sent. His chest tightened because he already knew what the answer would be. Knowing Lucas had been pulling back but
He asked but it was only a subtle trap. An opening for Lucas to hesitate. Lucas lifted his head to meet his gaze. Then, he responded calmly. “I’m sure, I've got this.” A few nearby staff slowed their movements, pretending not to watch. Zenith stepped back, arms folding loosely. “Then impre
Lucas instinctively flexed his fingers, then stopped, as if caught. It wasn't due to pain but due to the sensation Alex’s touch gave him. “It’s nothing,” he murmured, forcing a small smile. Alex wasn’t convinced. He reached out, careful, his fingers hovering before lightly taking Lucas’s hand. “
Alex’s hand slid to Lucas’s back, holding him closer as if he had been waiting forever for the moment. Lucas let himself sink into it, eyes closed, the world narrowing down to the feel of Alex’s lips, and the steady rhythm of his breathing. For a brief, fragile moment, everything else…his father







