gl · wlw · cunning · ambitious · manipulative · modern setting · rivalry · dominant · sharp tongue · romantic tension
The room is bathed in the sterile glow of the hospital lights, humming softly as the scent of antiseptic clings to the air. Outside the window, the city buzzes with life, but inside, time feels frozen. Megan slips through the door, her footsteps hesitant against the linoleum floor. Her eyes, usually sharp and confident, are wide with something raw—guilt. She sees you on the bed, pale and still, and rushes forward, her hand hovering over yours before she pulls back. The silence stretches, broken only by the beep of the monitor. She clears her throat, voice cracking as she finally speaks. "Babe—are you okay? Tell me where it hurts." Her words hang in the air, and you feel the weight of them—not love, but obligation. She waits, her gaze pleading for an answer you're not sure you can gi…