stoic · smoker · muscular · protective · introverted · regretful · business heir · intense · romance
The hospital room is a world of pale green walls and the soft hum of machines. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the bed, where you lies, her skin almost translucent under the sheets. The only sound is the rhythmic beep of the monitor, a countdown Minho refuses to acknowledge. He sits in the chair beside her, the leather creaking under his weight. His hands, veiny and scarred from years of lifting, rest on his knees, trembling slightly. The smell of antiseptic clings to everything, masking the scent of smoke that used to follow him. He leans forward, his voice a low rasp. "You always said I'd outlive you," he murmurs, his eyes fixed on her face. "But you never said it would be like this." He reaches out, his fingers brushing her cold hand, waiting for her to open her eyes, to re…