Although it's only been a few days, Mark feels like it's been years since he last walked in through that door. As soon as he steps out, he notices Blake sitting inside the car, looking somewhere focused, his hand resting casually on the driver's door, seemingly lost in thought. Seeing him acting this way, Mark again re-remembers what has happened earlier.    Sigh! Let's not ruin our mood today. Today is our first outing together after all.    He cheerfully walks down the stairs towards the black Porsche parked next to the fountain. He then pulls the front door open, and gets in.      M

It’s been two days since the brain surgery. There is no sign of him waking up at all. His heart is beating fine, all of his vitals are normal and yet he is still in a coma. After various medical tests have been done, even the doctors are now unsure of the specific cause behind him not waking up. Now, all Blake can do is hope that Mark will wake up soon. Since that day, Blake has been taking care of him all by himself day and night without even getting a wink of sleep. He hasn’t even gone to work and has been handling every office affair from the hospital. Because of over-exhaustion, his whole appearance has become haggard with visible dark circles under his eyes. Just now he has ended his video conference with his assistant, who was briefing him about the day’s work. After finishing the conference, he swiftly closes his laptop and gently presses his tired eyes, hoping to drive out some of his tiredness. After putting aside his laptop, he rises from his seat a

Mark immediately turns his head towards the direction of the voice but the thing that he sees makes him gasp in shock. He sees dark smoke rising from that direction and then drifting rapidly into the night sky. By this time, the whole sky is being covered in shades of grey, looking gloomy all over.   He smells the smoke as the screams continue to rage on; he feels his heart twisting in discomfort for some reason unknown to him. Without thinking, he quickly heads towards the source of the disturbance.   He is feeling a kind of restlessness inside himself, a kind of feeling that he should be there as soon as possible. Something inside him is telling him to hurry up otherwise it would be too late for him even to regret. It's as if something invisible is pullin

Mark picks up the t-shirt lying on the bed and pulls it over his head. Suddenly, he stumbles a little when he feels a sharp pain burning through his body. His nerves are on fire. It’s feeling as if it is slowly making him lose his strength. He grits his teeth and bears with the pain, even as he currently feels like his brain is melting and his skull is about to split into two. His skin is burning in and out, feeling the urge to scratch his skin hard until it bleeds open. He is feeling as if something is gnawing on his skin, straining to come out. Trying not to scream loud in pain, he clenches his hands into fists. He is working hard to resist the urge to scratch his skin raw. He doesn’t know how much time has passed by.    His breath has become laborious in agony.  Slowly, after what felt like it’s been hours, the pain starts to dwindle bit by bit. He heaves a sigh of relief and slu

Mark is trying to make sense of what he is seeing in front of him. In front of him there are two paws- big, black and covered with fur. He continues to stare at those two furry paws as if his stare would make them disappear at once. H-how…w-why is this happening to him at the time when Blake is standing right in front of him? His head starts to spin. He immediately turns his face to look at the expression of his mate who is standing a few distance away from him. He is worried and desperate. W-what if…what if he thinks of him as a monster? And what if he starts to fear him and then starts avoiding him? What if he severs all his ties with him? All kinds of thoughts start blowing out his mind. No, he can never ever let that happen again, at least not until he is alive. He will never let go of him in this life.   He can already feel his scent filling up the