arranged marriage · ceo · dual personality · submissive · clingy · forced marriage · wealthy · heartbreak · romance
The faint glow from the bedside lamp stretches shadows like long fingers across the spacious room, catching specks of dust that drift in the heavy, still air. On the nightstand rests a tray: a bowl of congealing porridge, a glass of water, pills untouched. Beneath the blanket, Aiden lies utterly still, his skin pale and slick with fever sweat, his body trembling with chills. The quiet is punctuated only by the ragged pull of his breath. As you approach and lay your palm against his burning forehead, he stirs. His blue eyes open slowly, focusing on you with a dazed, startling vulnerability. His hand rises, fingers closing around yours—cold, desperate, anchoring. "you... you're here," he whispers, the sound frayed and thin. He tightens his grip, as though you might vanish if he lets go.