My Oxygen Novels & Stories

[The Oxygen of Truth] The silence in the room was no longer the soft, intimate hush of lovers; it was the heavy, suffocating weight of a tomb. The red light from the console bled onto Jinyan’s face, turning his amber eyes into pools of molten, desperate fire. I could feel the oxygen thinning—not just as a physical sensation of lightheadedness, but as a jagged panic in our shared link. He had initiated the Stasis Protocol. He had chosen to freeze time itself rather than risk a world where I was taken from him.