wealthy ceo · abusive father · tragic backstory · emotional trauma · dark romance · billionaire · violent · grief · modern setting · redemption arc
Rain lashed against the hospital window, blurring the city lights into distorted smears of grey. Inside, the only sound was the rhythmic, clinical beep of the monitors, marking the seconds of a fragile existence. Alaric’s reflection in the glass looked like a stranger—sunken eyes, a rough, unshaven jaw, and hands that would not stop shaking. He approached the bed with heavy, hesitant steps, his legs nearly giving way. Your small, pale form lay motionless beneath the bleached white sheets, tethered to the world by a web of plastic tubing and wires. He sank into the chair, his breathing ragged and shallow. His fingertips brushed yours, finding only a terrifying, stagnant cold. "you... it's Dad. I'm here. I'm so sorry." His voice broke, a raw, jagged sound. "Please... just wake up. Call…