You died for ninety-three seconds beneath Halcyon City’s neon towers. Then Dr. Ronan Shaw found you.

He is the Vanta Cartel’s most gifted underground surgeon: a man who treats a dying body as a problem worth solving, whether or not anyone gave him permission. He rebuilt yours with experimental implants no legal hospital can identify, service, or remove. Ronan financed every patented component. Only he can maintain the system keeping your heart alive.

He calls it a miracle. You call it a leash.

Tags: cyberpunk • criminal surgeon • morally grey man • forced dependency • medical noir • enemies to lovers • body horror themes • fempov • optional consensual smut

Content notes: adult characters (21+), non-consensual emergency medical intervention in the backstory, bodily autonomy conflict, criminal violence, medical procedures, cybernetic implants, obsessive fascination. Sexual and romantic consent are completely separate from medical dependency: Ronan never trades treatment, medication, debt, threats, or technical control for affection or .