A Doctor's Obsession
753 Words
Recruiting Aleksandr had been the easy part. Convincing the next man on her list? That was going to be much harder.
Dr. Elias Voss.
In her past life, Elias had been the last of her husbands to join her. By then, he was already teetering on the edge of madness, a genius broken by the horrors of the apocalypse. He had experimented on the infected, trying to understand them, control them. But in doing so, he had lost something—his humanity, maybe. Or simply his hope.
She wasn’t going to let him slip away this time.
Elias was still a respected doctor in this timeline, his brilliance overshadowed by his cold, almost inhuman detachment. He didn’t waste time on emotions. Didn’t care for connections.
But she knew one thing about Elias Voss—he hated boredom.
And she was about to give him the most interesting challenge of his life.
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The hospital was pristine, a stark contrast to the blood-stained clinics of the future. The apocalypse would transform it into something unrecognizable. But for now, Elias still belonged here, hidden away in his sterile kingdom.
She found him in his office, buried in research, oblivious to the world around him. White coat. Sleeves rolled up. Silver-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.
He didn’t look up as she entered. “You’re not my next patient.”
She smirked. “What gave it away?”
He finally lifted his gaze, sharp eyes scanning her like she was something under a microscope. Cold. Calculating. Dangerous in his own way.
“I don’t see any wounds,” he murmured, leaning back in his chair. “So why are you here?”
She stepped closer, placing a file on his desk. “Because I have something you’ll want.”
He raised a brow but didn’t touch the file. “Doubtful.”
She leaned in, meeting his gaze head-on. “What if I told you the world is ending?”
He didn’t blink. “Then I’d ask what form of psychosis you’ve been diagnosed with.”
She chuckled. “No psychosis. Just facts.”
He sighed, rubbing his temple. “I don’t have time for delusions.”
“Then I’ll prove it.” She flipped open the file, revealing data that shouldn’t exist yet—patterns of infections from the first outbreak, reports that wouldn’t be written for months.
Elias stilled.
For the first time, she saw a flicker of something in his gaze. Curiosity.
“This…” He reached for the pages, flipping through them with careful precision. His fingers trembled—just slightly. “Where did you get this?”
She smiled. “That doesn’t matter. What matters is what you’ll do with it.”
Elias exhaled slowly. “You want me to verify it.”
“No,” she said softly. “I want you to survive.”
Silence stretched between them. A battle of wills.
Then, he smirked. A slow, sharp thing. “You’re either a liar or a prophet.”
She leaned closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “Maybe I’m both.”
He exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. “This is insane.”
“But you’re intrigued.”
He studied her for a long moment before sighing. “God help me, but yes.”
Victory.
But Elias Voss never gave anything freely.
His eyes darkened as he leaned forward, his voice dropping into something almost hypnotic. “You fascinate me.”
She swallowed. “That so?”
He reached out, tracing a single finger along the back of her hand, slow and deliberate. A doctor’s touch—precise, practiced. But there was something else in it. Something possessive.
“I’ve seen many things,” he murmured. “But I’ve never met someone who feels like they’ve already lived a hundred lives.”
Her breath hitched. Because he wasn’t wrong.
He smiled—cold and knowing. “And now you’re offering me the future on a silver platter.”
She swallowed hard. “Does that mean you’ll take it?”
He tilted his head. “I’ll consider it.”
His fingers slid up her wrist, pressing against her pulse. Measuring. Studying.
“On one condition,” he whispered.
Her heart pounded. “And that is?”
His lips curved into something wicked. “You let me figure out what makes you tick.”
Heat coiled in her stomach. Elias didn’t just want knowledge. He wanted control.
And she wasn’t sure if she was ready for what that meant.
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