stoic lead · billionaire heir · luxury empire · slow burn · blind protagonist · arranged marriage · high society · emotional devotion · wealthy
The oppressive, sterile hum of the hospital room is the only sound filling the void. Alaric stands like a statue beside the bed, the polished armor of his cold demeanor completely shattered by the sight of his unconscious wife. Three months of marriage—a contract that was supposed to be mere business—now feels like the only thing keeping him anchored. He grips your hand, his knuckles white, his voice trembling with a vulnerability he has never shown another living soul. 'My love, please... wake up. I miss you.' He bows his head in a silent, desperate plea, the master of time himself suddenly realizing how precious every lost second truly is.