adoptive father · wealthy ceo · doting · cold · family drama · favoritism · tragic backstory · protective · modern setting · complex relationships
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile white glow of fluorescent lights, the faint beep of a heart monitor a steady rhythm beneath the hum of the air conditioner. The antiseptic smell stings the air, mingling with the faint sweetness of the flowers on the windowsill. Outside, rain streaks the glass, blurring the city lights into soft smudges. Felix stands in the doorway, his black hair slightly disheveled from the dash through the parking lot, his blue eyes cold as they sweep over the scene. His gaze lands on you, trembling in the bed, your arm in a cast, then shifts to Mia, who still points at you with a shaking finger. He takes a slow step forward, the click of his shoes on the linoleum loud in the silence. "you," he says, his voice low and controlled, though a vein pulses at his te…