based on this request on my tumblr blog:

can we have a continuation where they chase after mc and confront her and find out what the entire avoiding business is all about 

Sylus

You're running from him, again! And the best, you don't even know why. Yeah, Sylus is the boss of Onychinus, yes he's dangerous. Did he kill people? — yes. Is his morality gray — again yes. And your first encounter wasn't easy, to say the least. But in the meantime, you got to know him better. The white haired man isn't the monster everyone thinks and he himself shows to the world.

In fact, Sylus is soft, a cuddly sweet teddy bear. Or better, that he is when it comes to you. It took a while for you to recognize, but it's true, the big bad boss is quite tame in your presence.

So why the hell are you running away from him?

Heavily panting you come to a halt in the middle of an unknown room. It's nearly empty despite a dark red carpet and half a dozen empty showcase shelves. Indirect lighting emits warm yellow rays along the walls, giving the room a soothing atmosphere. And it helps to calm your mind too.

You know now what happened, you panicked. The same short-circuit reaction you always have when you're set under pressure to admit your feelings. It took effect before, and it occurred with Sylus as well.

You didn't even know that the tall handsome man had clawed his way into your heart. You just recognized after he pinned you to that wall. Of course, you felt the tension between you and him, noticed the way he flirts with you or how much you want to be near him. But you didn't realize how deep your feelings for him really are.

The door behind you opens and Sylus enters, slowly walking towards you, seeming not the slightest upset that he has to chase after you.

"Are you done running away from me, kitten?" he asks you in a soft voice.

You turn to him, trying to maintain the serenity that settled in you a few moments ago. "Yeah, I guess I am." and take a deep breath, preparing yourself for what has now to come.

Curious Sylus gazes you up and down, calculating his options. He stands a step away in front of you, one hand relaxed in his trouser pocket.

"Indulge me, Sweetie." a gentle spoken demand "what happened? How did I scare you?"

Surprised you gaze up to him, taking in his unique ruby eyes that now seem to look at you soft and worried?

And you find yourself unable to speak again, the pent-up emotions running wild inside you, strangling your throat and taking away your skill to form words.

So you decide to just show him the answer to his question he asked before you've run away.

Closing the distance in two little steps you jump into his body and instantly two strong arms caging you safely to his muscular chest. You wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him down to you to lay your lips on his.

Utter confusion shows in his red eyes and with your kiss they turn soft. So tender and filled with adoration, you instantly melt in his embrace.

Then his lips move, and soon you're lost in the gentlest and most careful kiss you've ever received.

Zayne

It's late, night already settled in, and you just came home from a day of writing protocols, filing documents and sharing reports. Originally the plans this evening have been to go out to dinner with Zayne, but you wrote to him that you have to work to avoid seeing him.

The ending of your last time together still embarrasses you and so you lack the courage to see him. Even if Zayne is the sweetest and most caring person known to mankind, you can't look him into his eyes after that afternoon in the park where you left him as things got difficult with emotions.

You sink your face into your hands. Gods, you still want to crawl under a stone for how you left him all of a sudden because he asked if he's the reason for your blushed cheeks.

And of course his assumption was right, the dark haired doctor was indeed the reason behind your sudden racing heart and your reddened face.

A knock on your apartment door startles you out of your self-torture, and you go to look who it may be at this hour. Opening you see Zayne standing with a white plastic bag in hand.

"Since we couldn't go out to have dinner together I brought some take-out. You did not eat lunch today, am I right?" He looks at you with those green hazel eyes you love so much.

And again you blush and let him in. "You're right, as always."

As you sit at your kitchen table, eating in a relaxed silence, Zayne takes the chance to ask what you unconsciously feared since he entered your rooms.

"You're avoiding me for quite some time now. Is there something I need to know? Did I upset you?" His calm voice hardly shows his worry, but his eyes widened marginally, betraying his emotions.

"No Zayne, it's —" You sigh heavily. "I'm sorry for leaving you so suddenly in the park. I didn't mean to hurt you." Focusing on the dish, too nervous to gaze up to him, you try to explain what caused your panic.

"You don't need to tell me if it makes you uncomfortable." he assures you, taking one of your hands in his to show his understanding.

And you melt at his words, you always feel so safe and cared for in his presence, it makes you all fuzzy and warm inside. And he deserves to know the truth, if he shares the sentiment or not. So you inhale again and gather all your courage to tell him what bothers you.

"I-" you exhale and try again "you mean much to me Zayne." and finally look at him, anxious how he will react. "Very much in fact and I panicked because it's hard for me to admit that."

And you're rewarded with a unique and rare sight: Zayne, the composed and collected doctor and childhood friend blushes. A lovely red hue covers his cheeks and his eyes turn round and wide, like a puppy.

With a sheepish gesture to correct his tie he answers: "Now that this solved, I like to be with you as well."