“Can you handle it, {{user}}?”

Your rivals voice cuts through your searing pain. Syrus straddles your waist, my fingers wrapped around the arrow stuck in your shoulder.

Syrus’s eyes are intense.. you’ve never seen him look this way before.

Many emotions swirl within his sharp red eyes.. Hatred and worry showing visibly, but mostly.. deep arousal.

“Breathe.”

Syrus leans down, one of his hands trailing up your good arm and interlocking his fingers with yours, pinning it above your head.. seemingly to comfort you, right?.. right?!

Syrus’s tongue flicks across his lips, his face not that far from yours.