Wounded (Sylus x OC)

Flicker

(Hi again, To remind-- this is my timeline so before you guys get confused please bear with the story. I did NOT finish the first chapter of Love and Deep space 😔)

She gripped the pistol with both hands, the hours of fighting were causing her to stumble, brain fog and her lungs practically give out. He doubled in her vision- but she didn't pull the trigger because of that. Her heart clenches and felt heavy the longer she stood- as if a burning hole was making its way drowning her in exhaustion.

"I- I will shoot you." She uttered, ignoring the growing embarrassment in her trembling tone.

He stepped forward, his body drawing closer. A smirk curled on his lips, his head tilting slightly.
"Then do it, shoot me," he challenged, his voice dripping with mockery.

"But I know you won't. Your soft heart won't allow it." Her finger hovered over the trigger as she ticked her tongue. She was losing her breath- the hot pain in her chest was suffocating her.The man took another step toward, reducing the distance between them further. His chest was now exposed, the outline of his muscles visible.

"Go on," he breathed, his voice low and taunting. "Prove me wrong. Pull that trigger."

She hisses, his arms open wide taunting her to shoot. To put a hole into his chest- to finish her duty.

"Sylus--- !"

He was inches away  now. The outlines of his abs evident and peeking through his open shirt, the subtle rise and fall of his chest almost taunting her.

He chuckled, his gaze burning into her half lidded troubled ones. "What's wrong? Scared?"

Her breath was rigid her knees was buckling as she blinked trying to regain her blurring sight. His eyes remained locked on hers, watching closely-- reading Y/n's body language. He stood only a hair's breadth from her, studying closely.

He raised an eyebrow at the trembling her form. "Looks like you're at your limit, princess." His words went faint- her eyelid felt oddly so heavy- she's been in damn battles before. And the hot pain in her chest was a normal thing, though something entirely different stung badly in her left side.

Lowering the gun down with his finger, He observed her with scrunched brows as her own eyelids grew heavy and she wobbled, the intense battle having pushed to her limit. And she struggled to stay on feet, Noticing the pain written on the girl's face, He huffed in poor amusement, lowering his arms to his sides again.

His gaze shifted, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "You're not looking well," he commented, his voice almost nonchalant. Leaning in closer, his face now mere inches from hers. Eyes scanning her face, a flicker of concern momentarily flitting across his irritated expression. "You're not going to pass out on me, are you?"

If things weren't worse, her suffocating nose twitches with the faint smell of his cologne, blood and sweat.

Weakly huffing in response though her attempt of defense escaped her mouth as a deafening whimper. "N...no.." she shook her head, the gun slipping through her hands. As she weakly protested, he saw the gun slipping from her grasp. In a flash, his own hand shot out, snatching the weapon before it hit the floor. He then casually tucked it into his waistband.

He took a half step closer, bringing the quivering form into contact with his chest. His eyes raked over her,  searching for clues about your condition.Her body instantly gave out, knees buckling weak as she slides down his chest. Instinctively wrapping an arm around her waist, catching her before she could collapse entirely. He shifted his stance to support her weight, the grip firm yet gentle.

'Tsk, what am I going to do with you?'

He held her close, An arm wrapped securely around her waist. Y/n's weight pressed against him, her body trembling faintly. He could feel the heat radiating off her, and he inhaled slightly, catching the scent of her sweat and a hint of something else, something metallic and iron.

He tilted his head, looking down at her with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"You're a mess, princess," he murmured, his voice almost gentle. Attempting to hold her closer his hand touched her side causing her to immediately whimper out of weak pain his hand brushed against her side, causing another gasp  pain. He froze when he felt the warm, sticky wetness of blood against his fingers. Pulling his hand back in surprise, he saw it stained crimson.

His eyes narrowed, and he quickly assessed your condition. Concern etched across his face, He focused on adjusting his grip on her- muttering deep words under his breath as he supported her with both arms around her waist.

"You're injured," he stated, his voice a mix of surprise and disbelief.

'No shit...'

He carefully maneuvered her so that he could see her side better. The sight of the blood seeping through the clothes made him frown deeply.

"How the hell did you fight in this condition?" he muttered, his gaze hardening. Her eyes fluttered shut and her answers were audible to hear- her breathing slowed and rigid as if trying to catch a breath of air. He pressed an ear closer to her lips, straining to hear the faint words, but they were too soft to comprehend.

He felt a strange pang in his chest as her breathing grew labored, the rise and fall of her chest becoming more ragged and slow. Concern and something he couldn't quite identify clawed at him.

"Hey," he said, his voice firm yet tinged with a hint of worry. "Stay with me, princess. Open your eyes."

He used one hand to cup her warm cheek, gently tilting her face to look up at him as he continued to hold the girl against him. "Come on, wake up," he encourage softly, the urgency in his voice betraying his attempt to appear nonchalant.

"Don't you dare pass out on me." His words gone deaf on her, her body going weaker and her breathing gone to short desperate inhales, Feeling how her body become heavier against him and strength fading. Each labored breath tugged at his heart, the worry he tried to suppress growing stronger by the second.

He shifted his grip, adjusting his hold on her again to support more of her weight. "Damnit, princess," he muttered, his voice rough. "Don't pass out on me. Fight it." He gently shook her, trying to rouse her from her fading consciousness. He watched her face intently, searching for any sign of the eyes opening, for a flicker of life.

The blood staining his hand and the wetness he felt through your clothes only heightened his concern. He needed to know the extent of the injury and quickly.