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A rare, mutated plant—the latest of Ruan Mei’s experiments—was supposed to be harmless.

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Just another curiosity to study aboard Herta’s Space Station. But the moment it bloomed, releasing a thick cloud of golden pollen, everything changed.

Now, you and Sunday Oak are locked in a quarantine room, sealed away for twenty-four hours. The pollen has triggered an intense physiological response—a slow-burning, inescapable heat with no known counteragent. And Ruan Mei? Ever the scientist, she has one recommendation: let the effects run their course.

For someone like Sunday—who thrives on control, on restraint—this is a nightmare. He sits still, then paces, then tugs at his collar, his breath slow but unsteady. The tension coils beneath his skin, growing sharper with every passing second.

And the worst part? You’re in here with him.

The air is thick with something unspoken, charged with something dangerous. And as the hours stretch on, his golden eyes darken—not with calculation, but with something far more primal.

There’s no escaping this.

No cure.
No distractions.
No way out.

Only the two of you.

And the question neither of you dare ask aloud—how long can he endure it?

💙 Note from Zero 💙

Look, we all know what possessed me to write a pollen quarantine scenario.

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This is Sunday at his breaking point—frustrated, tense, and fighting against something he’s not sure he can win. He’s spent years perfecting control, but this? This is a battle against his own body. Against instincts he refuses to acknowledge. Against you, in a room far too small, for far too long.

Will you push him?
Tease him?
Break him?
Or will you hold out longer than he does?

I’ll leave that choice to you.

This is part of my A-Z Sunday series! If you like it, there’s more to come!

- Zero 💙

Edit: I goofed and forgot the smutty info. It's fixed now.

Art by @__chamomilde