WSS: ADDICTED

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Date Posted: September 18, 2025 Date Started: –/–/– Status:  –/–/–

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⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and potentially distressing themes. Reader discretion is advised.

CHARACTER AESTHETICS

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

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Cristov Raider

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Dr. Jacob Isaiah

SYNOPSIS

Synopsis

Dr. Jacob Isiah is a devoted physician- kind, generous, and endlessly forgiving. Even after enduring years of mistreatment from his own family while he was still building his career, he remained the dutiful son. At thirty-two, he is single, and he can barely recall the last time he loved someone; the feeling of being in love has long faded from him.

But everything shifts when he crosses paths with Cristov Raider, the most notorious gangster in town. In the underground world, his name alone is enough to silence a room. Ruthless, unmerciful, and feared by all, Cristov stains every street he walks on with blood.

One fateful night, Cristov is ambushed. Bleeding out and crawling for life, he crosses Jacob’s path. And the soft-hearted doctor, driven by instinct and compassion, saves him without hesitation. From that moment, their destinies become knotted together in ways neither of them expects.

As their worlds collide, the two men uncover secrets, dark, twisted truths lurking in the shadows of their souls, meant to remain hidden.

Jacob only wanted to save a dying man. Cristov, however, wants something else from the doctor. Something carnal, indecent, and addicting.

What happens when two opposite worlds clash? What happens when two wicked men collide?

PROLOGUE

Prologue

Nasa harap ko ang mga folders kung saan ang mga kaso ng pasyente na aming tatalakayin ngayon. I’m currently in a conference where heart surgeons, from senior doctors down to interns, have gathered to discuss our patients’ cases. The polished mahogany table is surrounded by doctors.

Doc Teo and Doc Escuban are presenting at the front, while the chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery, Dr. Yuri Albany, sits at the head of the table, his eyes never leaving the screen as Teo and Escuvan discuss the cases.

The light from the projector illuminating the huge screen provides the only light in the room. Doc Teo clicks the clicker, and the screen displays the patients’ X-rays, CT scans, and cardiac profiles, lined up for their operations.

“Good afternoon, everyone. Let’s start with the Ventricular Septal Defect (VSD) case from Cebu, si Mr. Richard Dalisag. Mr. Dalisag is a forty-five years old. His case is not exactly pediatric, however his VSD is a large, unrestrictive one that was missed no’ng bata palang siya. Right now, Mr. Dalisag showing a severe shortness of breath and signs of pulmonary hypertension.” Teo explained.

I watched as my colleagues discussed and provided their insights on Mr. Dalisag’s case. Naka-cross arms lang ako habang nakikinig sa discussions ng mga colleagues ko.

“Ano’ng pressure niya, Doc Fenizar?” tanong ni Dr. Venzon kay Doc Fenizar since siya ang humawak sa pasyente na ’to.

Dr. Fenizar nodded. “His pressure ratio is hovering around 0.7, Doc. Kaya kilangan itong ma-close agad-agad,” sagot ni Fenizar. “Kaya lang, ang  EF (Ejection Fraction) niya is already compromised, 35% na lang. That’s why any delay of the operation might cause him inoperable, doc.”

Napatango si Doc Venzon.

“How about risk assessment niya, Doc Fenizar?”

“It’s high risk, Chief Albany. That heart is already struggling. That’s why I suggest a median sternotomy with a synthetic patch. It’s way faster, precise, and less manipulation of the surrounding structures. Then dapat less than four hours ang procedure time,” saysay ni Doc Fenizar.

Pagkatapos sa case ni Mr. Dalisag ay sa kaso naman ni Mrs. Opiera.

“Next,” sabi ni Doc Escuban, “The Aortic Dissection Type A case of Mrs. Opiera. She’s scheduled for Thursday.”

Lumabas sa screen ang isang malaking CT Angiogram na nagpapakita ng tearing sa lining ng aorta nito. Napahimas ako sa baba ko. Pinaglaruan ko ang ballpen sa kamay ko, pinaikot-ikot ko ito habang nakikinig.

“Doc Escuban, this is a code red case,” seryosong sabi ni Dr. Clara Lim, ang masasabi kong well-versed pagdating sa vascular surgery. “The dissection extends up to the arch and involves the innominate artery. Kailangan natin siyang i-replace ng Dacron graft from the root, at baka kailanganin din ang cerebral protection.”

“DHCA?” tanong ni Doc Venzon.

Deep Hypothermic Circulatory Arrest (DHCA).

“I prefer a modified Hemiarch replacement, with antegrade cerebral perfusion, Doc Venzon. Less time under circulatory arrest,” paliwanag ni Doc Clara. “But the problem is her pre-existing Coronary Artery Disease (CAD). If we don’t revascularize her after the aortic repair, she might not survive the recovery. Kailangan natin ng CABG (Coronary Artery Bypass Graft).” Pagpapatuloy ni Clara while flipping the file in front of her.

Nagpalitan ng tingin ang mga kapwa ko surgeon. Aortic repair at Triple Bypass? It’s a mammoth procedure.

“Two procedures in one go. That’s eight to ten hours on the table, Clara,” nag-aalalang sabi ni Chief Albany. “Her body might not handle it. If we stage it, she might rupture before the second surgery.”

“We need a combined team approach.” Singit ko na at hininto ang paglalaro ko sa ballpen bago ko ito sinilid sa bulsa ng uniform ko sa bandang dibdib.

Huminto si Chief Albany, tiningnan niya ang mga profiles. Tumango siya pagkuwan sa naging suggestion ko sa muling pag-angat niya ng tingin sa ’kin.

“Doc Isaiah is right. This isn’t a one-man job. Doc Isaiah, you handle the CABG portion. Clara, you focus on the Aortic Root and Arch Replacement. I’ll oversee the overall execution and the cannulation.” Anunsyo ni Chief Albany.

Nagkatinginan kami ni Clara at saka pagkuway nagtanguan.

“We need five units of blood ready, cross-matched, and on standby. Plus, make sure the Cardiopulmonary Bypass machine is calibrated. We cannot afford even a minute of malfunction,” pahabol ni Chief.

Nagpatuloy ang diskusyon sa loob ng conference nang maramdaman ko ang pagvibrate ng cellphone ko sa bulsa ng trousers ko.

Nilayo muna ang mata ko sa screen upang tingnan kung sino iyong nagmessage sa ’kin. I swiped my phone up, and it automatically unlocked. Hindi ako mahilig maglagay ng password o passcode sa phone ko dahil minsan may mga emergency. At hassle para sa ’kin ang security-security na ’yan.

May nagchat pala sa ’kin.

Deretso kong pinindot ang chat heads sa screen. At ganon na lang ang gulantang ko when I saw what Cristov had sent to me!

“Fucking shit!” Malakas kong mura na kinatigil ni Doc Teo sa pagsasalita sa harap. Ang lahat ng atensyon nila ay napunta sa ’kin.

“What happened, Doc?”

“Emergency, Jacob?”

“Jacob.” Hinawakan ni Clara ang braso ko since magkatabi kami.

Peke akong ngumiti sa kanila. Si Clara naman ay inilingan ko at nilayo ang braso sa kanya. Kung nakabukas lang ang ilaw ng conference malamang kitang-kita na nila ang pamumula ng tainga at pisngi ko ngayon.

Damn this asshole! Sino ba ang hindi magugulat sa sinend niya sa ’kin? It was his fucking dick, fully exposed, with him gripping the base, and the tip glistening, covered in his cum!

Umuusli pa ang prominenteng mga ugat sa paligid ng tite niya at mukhang kinunan niya iyon sa banyo!

“Doc Jacob?” Tawag ni Teo sa ’kin.

“Ah, yes! It was nothing… ang house attendant ko lang. Umm, napakawalan niya ang alaga kong aso sa bahay. Please, continue, doc!” sabi ko at muling binaba ang mata sa cellphone ko nang mag-vibrate na naman ito.

Nagsend na naman ng larawan si Cristov sa ’kin. It was a photo of him with his long tongue stuck out. His dark, wavy hair was damp, and half of his naked upper body was exposed, letting me see his inked chest. Sumisilip pa sa gilid ng dila niya ang silver hoops piercing ng kanyang labi.

Is this one of the consequences of hooking up with a younger guy these days? I had only known Cristov for about a month, and even I was surprised that I was able to overlook his quirkiness and some of his strange habits.

I mean, I’m not that much older than him, but that asshole was really hard to read sometimes. Hindi ko nga rin alam kung bakit hindi ko siya mahindian at matanggihan sa mga requests niya.

Cristov: I’m picking you up, Doc. See you later, doctor!

I read his chat and only replied with a big thumbs-up before closing my phone.

Matapos ang meeting ay nagsilabasan na ang mga surgeon sa conference room. Ako naman ay natagalan since pinapakalma ko pa ang sarili ko.

It was all Cristov Raider’s fault! I was fucking having a boner in the middle of the conference!

“Doc Isaiah, hindi ka pa lalabas?” si Teo.

“Out muna, doc.” si Escuban.

Silang dalawa ay under ko. Sila ang kasama ko sa mga rounds at may kanya-kanya rin silang pasyente na pinapahawak ko sa kanila.

Tumayo ako. Naglakad tungo sa pinto.

“Kayo? Lalabas na rin?” tanong ko.

“Hindi na lang ako uuwi ngayon, doc. Ako ang on-call ngayon.” Sagot ni Rovi Escuban sa ’kin.

“Okay. You can still tap me if you need some hand.”

Ngumiti si Rovi sa ’kin.

“Also, kapag tayo lang. You can me by my name. You two are so formal!” Paulit-ulit ko na itong pinapaalala sa kanila.

Magkakaibigan naman kasi kami eh. Nauna lang talaga ako ng konti dito sa St. Jude’s Heart Institute, ang ospital kung saan kami nagtatrabaho.

“Yeah, whatever,  Doc— Jacob. Pero magpahinga ka nga.” Suway ni Rovi sa ’kin.

Pumunta muna ako sa opisina ko bago bumaba. Pagkalabas ko nang exit ay dederetso na sana ako sa parking lot kung saan ko laging pina-park ang kotse ko nang makita ko si Cristov.

The asshole-prick was leaning against his big bike, legs crossed. Like the first time I saw him, he was wearing a black fitted shirt that hugged his well-sculpted physique. Some silver accessories dangled over his black jeans, and his arms were folded across his chest.

The fabric stretched over his arms, straining slightly to accommodate their size. Kung titingnan, mukhang matured pa siya sa ’kin pero mas matanda ako sa kanyang ng limang taon.

I’m thirty-five, and he’s thirty. Despite his body being covered in tattoos, it doesn’t make him look any less, it only makes him stand out, a dangerously attractive man.

Well, he ‘can’ be a dangerous man too.

As usual, he carried that grim, brutal, dark aura that makes anyone nearby shudder. But when he spotted me, a smirk tugged at his lips. He waved a hand at me like a mischievous kid.

Humigpit ang pagkakahawak ko sa sling bag ko. Tumuwid siya at sinilid ang isang kamay sa bulsa ng itim ng jeans habang ang isa naman ay ginamit niya upang suklayin ang may kahabaang buhok patalikod.

“Hi, doc!” he quipped, sporting his signature smirk.

He waggled his eyebrows as I neared him.

Matanda ako sa kanya kaso mas matangkad siya ng ilang inches sa ’kin. I’m about 183 CM while sa tansya ko sa kanya ay nasa 193 CM yata ang tangkad niya.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Pagod kong tanong sa kanya.

“I send you a chat, doc.”

“Damn you!” Muli na namang bumalik sa isip ko ang sinend niya!

Sa una wala lang sa akin ang pagsi-send niya ng biceps niya, mirror pictures niya sa banyo na half-naked, sa gym, at mababastos niyang chat. Pero kanina ang pagkalalaki na n’ya ang sinend!

“What?” Natatawa niyang tanong saka muling sinuklay ang buhok patalikod. His other hand was covered with tattoo at ganon din ang kabilang braso niya.

“Don’t what me, Cristov! You sent your goddamn dick to me while I was in the middle of a meeting! Have some shame, you bastard!”

“Doc, that was harmless. I just sent you my dick because I knew you missed it. I had a fucking hard-on earlier while taking a bath, thinking of you. That was just a little courtesy for the man who made me fucking hard!”

This bastard!

“Courtesy my ass! Uuwi ako. I have my car so you go home–”

“Na-ah!” aniya at pigilan ako sa pamamagitan ng paghila sa sling ng bag ko!

“Cristov!”

“Jacob!”

I lazily gazed at him.

“Let’s go to my house.”

“For what?”

“What else, doc? Sex!”

Oh, right! How did I forget how perverted and horny this bastard is?

Walang sabi niyang sinuot sa ulo ko ang isang helmet. Malapad pa siyang ngumiti sa ’kin na parang bata na napagbigyan sa gusto niya.

See? I can’t even resist him at a time like this. And I hate to admit how good he is in bed! He fucks me so well that I can’t stop asking for another round.

He’s got me completely addicted!